You show up like a hurricane, all hungry-eyed and weather-stained The clock forgets to tick and I the same

i'm not going to sit around and listen to you make fun of my dog, she's my everything.
i'm not going to enjoy being around you when you are piercingly loud when we can all hear you perfectly fine.
maybe i was just in a bad mood last night but i couldn't handle anything.
i tried drinking some but it wasn't fun and just made my stomach hurt.
i spent the rest of the night in bed.

i got up this morning and had to clean up the mess. smelled like beer so i lit a candle. i feel so pessimistic now towards drinking. i feel so pessimistic towards a lot of things i used to do. i am on such a health kick and i don't want to fall back into anything. it's hard enough to live with alex lately.