I've gone into mourning. It's not even 24 hours yet, but it feels like an eternity already.
The sleepless night, the tears, the drenched pillow.
My eyes already knows how not to be puffy anymore.
For once, I actually feel like drinking this one away.
But alcohol and my body don't click too well...
Or maybe it will from now on? Maybe it'll go easy on me this time.
Damn, I look beautiful when I cry.
