i feel fine

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I opened the door to my room and sat on my bed. The door was still open, I guess it didn’t matter. It was late. 3 AM. 4. Who cares? No one was around that late, whoever was on that floor was probably passed out as well.

Everyone else? Whatever. Lovers, friends, hookups. That’s fine.

I’m fine.

I grab a hold of my bedpost to steady myself and look at my phone. 2% battery. I forget where I put my charger. I flip through my numbers until I see yours. It’s late, yeah, you’re probably out doing stuff or passed out or sleeping. That’s fine.

I’m fine.

I lay my head back and hit it against the wall, bit of pain. It’s okay. I feel my phone buzz and think of whoever it can be. In that minute, I guess, it was you. It was Crista or Kacie or whatever. It wasn’t, though. It was a new email. From Ebay. Some auction I forgot about. That’s fine.

I’m fine.

Reaching forward, I look for my trashcan.

I don’t know where it is.

I felt the inside of my stomach churn.

I’m fine.

I vomit over myself and wonder where you are.

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Avatar JonB

    Something very relateable about this one, though its been a long time since I was in that situation myself.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Ugh, unhealthy ending.
    Is it all really fine? :)