"Oh, where are you coming from?"
I could make up an excuse as usual or mark today as the beginning of telling the truth - I'm coming from a night full of vodka
and a morning filled with facing the fear creeping into my body of what I might have done last night. Tears rolling down my eyes for the 16th day in a row, wincing at the sunlight squeezing through the cracks of my curtains. I'm running from feelings so bruised they hardly exist. From self-loathing, displacement, and a handful of lies with a pinch of abandonment. From my ex boyfriend's girlfriends house, you know, the girl he told me not to worry about - she means nothing compared to you. From months of still loving you...
I decided to make an excuse.