Let. Down.

Once, just once, I would like things to end up happy. No, not things. me.
Just once, I'd like to be happy.

But tomorrow night I'm getting fucked out of my head.
Completely out of my head, and for however long I can stay out, I'll forget and things will be okay.
Just like he used to always say, "You're okay."
But those words were hopeful, not truthful.

I am not okay.