I go to work. I cry at my house's desk. I drink another shot of whisky. It should taste like honey, burns instead. I listen to Adele, i laugh with my friend, i send you a message you don't reply. I call my mom. I cry. I cry. I try to escape. The only way out is through. I bite my tonge. I repeat myself: the only way out is through. The only way out is through, the only way out is through the only way out is through theonlywayoutisthrough
















