"I was your job!" i yelled to no one in particular. Drunk.

then I laughed. Then I cried.

Then Hannibal came up to me, [thumb] scratched my leg through the jeans.

"That's better than the fake baby!" I yelled against to the empty room.

I can't go on. I have no options, which means I have to find new options or I just have no options.

The attacks were random and senseless. Is it enough to say life is like that/