I did not do one single thing today besides cry and drink and wallow in my friends.  It was a pathetic sight, blushed cheeks and senselessness crawling through my chapped lips that I had never even stopped to realize I’d swallowed.  It swam through my teeth and articulated itself; brain handcuffed with no say at all.  And these are the times you get to know yourself in contrast to the self you’d like to portray.  Those times when you have to let something nameless navigate because every other part of you has been paralyzed.