November 3, 2014
Good day everyone. wow, it's been so long. Apologies.
She started drinking after she quit singing. After all, she was left with nothing to do, and it's the only thing that made her forget.
But one day, she got too drunk that she forgot that she was supposed to forget about being a singer, and the guitar - hidden at the corner of her closet somehow ended up on her hands again. Once she realized it, all the anger and frustration caught up to her, and she vented it through smashing the instrument against the wall, along with it her dreams of becoming a singer.
Later, her brother died and she had no friends.
She had drinking buddies, but nobody stays. Sometimes they just hang out with her so they could get free drinks.
Some even made her sleep with them, but they disappear the morning after. Pretty most of her life revolved around music, so nothing else was left for her to do but seek the company of alcohol.
She stands in the middle of a bridge- the last stick of cigarette long gone. She has made a decision.
She peeks over the edge. It just rained earlier today - and a hard one at that, leaving waters that run faster that usual and rose a little bit in the level. Maybe she'll drown faster this way.
Is this really how she wants to end it? She would've just jumped off her apartment window (5 stories high should be plenty, right?) but according to stories it was essy, and she doesn't do messy. She chuckles at the thought. Also, she wouldn't want to disturb people into cleaning up her splattered remains on the pavement. Atleast she'd still be in one piece when people find her, says the logic of her alcohol-influenced brain. That's why she tottered to here.
She shakes her head. Stop thinking. Just do it.
And she jumps.