Sometimes, I just wanted to ask the world, what the hell?
So I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine.
What the hell happened between me and Sam?
I found a clean glass in the cupboard.
What the hell happened that made me the freakish girl wolf?
I poured the wine into the glass, spilling some onto the floor.
What the hell did I do to deserve this?
And I drowned my sorrows in red wine.
I drank…
…And drank…
…And drank…
…And drank…
…And then, when I went to get more wine, there was none left in the bottle. So I looked for another bottle in the cupboard. And there was no more wine.
What the hell?