this morning #933.

this morning, now that i was starting to feel haunted by the flaunting i’d done on new year’s eve, all the treating, all the impulsive decisions i’d made, i decided to turn off my phone & retreat to the safety of my home. by hiding out here i could be alone for a little bit. let things cool off. nobody around to question the choices i’d made in the name of celebration. it was all just a need to feed my innocent desire to see folks get down as the year faded away. should i have bought all those shots? maybe not. should i have grabbed that girl at midnight just to have someone to kiss? i should’ve at least introduced myself first. will i eventually have to answer for it all? without a doubt.