thanksgiving

isn't very full of thanks this year.

i'm not sure how much longer i can take this shit. three years seems awfully long when nights like last night stretch into mornings like now.

i'll never know when you'll stop this. it's not up to me. i'm sick and tired of trying to fix you, but for some reason i can't stop. i can't pull myself to believe that you'll always be like this.

i'm holding your keys in my hand, right now. they're cold, metal, loud, but they hold your fate. abuse them like you did last night, and you and i both won't have to worry about your problem anymore.



i'm thankful for friends. i'm thankful for family. i'm thankful for life.

i'm not thankful for alcohol.