"anybody got family members who got stroke before?"
my face burnt.
but i didnt raise up my hand.
talk about awkward and dying in the inside.
i was needy tonight but i realize that telling people your problems doesn't help yourself.
i dont want sympathy or empathy or worse, pity.
i just want a beer and the dark black sea.
but im not someone to go and do this shit myself, travel all the way to east coast to mope around.
so forget it, forget about company, forget about getting a drink.
i'll figure out something myself.
the moment of dread always passes anyway.
still, it hurts, it fucking hurts.