Out Of My Eyes

Turns out my one true skill in this life is sticking to something that makes me feel awful. 

This made me wonder what job I am best suited for, but perhaps I already have it.

I do my laundry, and take a handful of broken up tylenol pm.

I'm concerned about my head, but not tonight.

You know when everything points to giving up but you're too prideful so you suffer and look like an idiot?

I want to be so drunk I can't see out of my eyes,

I want to be so tired that I fall asleep.