Another sleepless night. It’s hard for her to define if it’s her conscience or her intoxicated body’s fault.She’s trying to sleep. All she wants right now. Sleep and more beer. That’s all she needs. She has lots of money and definitely no future.She lays in her bed trying to find a better picture of herself that the one reflected by the mirror in the ceiling.She’s starving. All she finds close is a chocolate Easter egg “or it helps me or it kills me” she says to herself bitterly. She eats it very slowly, afraid of her weak stomach could make her threw up all she still had in there.It helped. She’s feeling better but still sleepless. Yes another cold night, yet another day wasted, and her aching body is claiming for more. She needs help but she can’t help but run. She’s running through the long dark and solitary path of self destruction.Lonely, yet another lonely night.She’s alone and cold. She hasn’t been touched in years. Not really touched, because her past relationships have been more endless nights of nothing but dirty sex. Not really touched.She’s bored now. Thinking about how lonely she is. Remembering all those nights of non stop drinking and fucking makes her feel bored now.Hungry, bored, lonely, weak and sleepless.And she’s been like this since the noon. All the dirty fucking came to her mind again, and she’s got an idea.She stands up, her legs shaking, her whole body is shaking cause she’s weak and yet anxious.She jumps in some clean clothes and goes out her boring, dark and lone house to find some fun outside. In the cool night.