xxi feel so damn worthless
xxanother day is gone
xxand all my faces are alibis
xxand me, iām half the man I wanted to be
He made his way back out to the kitchen, his heart pounding loud enough that it felt like that was responsible for the shaking in his hands, in his arms, in his entire body. And there was a tiny messed up part of him that loved it, that made him feel alive again. But the tremors didn't go away, and he dropped the glass as he pulled it out of the cupboard. It shattered, and he cut his hand as he stupidly tried to pick it up. He swore under his breath, wrapped a towel around it, and using one hand, filled a glass with orange juice. He dodged the broken glass on the way back out, making his way back out to the room and putting the glass of juice down on the bedside table. "Is she okay?" He asked, his heart pounding for too many reasons.