Into the water

Feel like I'm fifteen again and want to cry. Rather be running down city streets than sitting here; my eyes hurt too much. That kind of desperate feeling when you want to tell weird people and strangers too much about your personal life. Fifteen year old me would probably write a diary entry - I was always scared of forgetting my life. Sit and watch TV until my brain goes fuzzy. Lucky I'm here alone, the havoc I would wreak if I were drinking doesn't bear thinking about. Too old to embarrass myself anymore. My lungs are filled with sludge.