GirlGotMoxie
Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.
I've come back to life. I'm alive. I'm living.
I mean, I was never really dead, yet I was never really alive.
Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.
I existed. Night on night, Jack Daniels and a cigarette on the fire escape of my apartment.
I was numb, I was heartless, I was wasted.
Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.
But now I feel. I love her. I always did, deep down, I knew Charlotte Garcia was the one I loved.
Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.
Now I'm drunk on love.