Writing my way out my head

[Striving for more]

Writing my way out my head but where's the alcohol at? I moved to a nicer area right now but it's a less networked area, where's the nightcrawlers at I need my beer. I need my wine. I need my Xanax.

guess I'll just write my way out my head, kill time till the alcohol comes, mon cheri come & sedate me & bring me back go a state of normality, ground me back to reality & sane health & I'll get back to my goals in 12 hours.

The panic attacks gone but is it just a wave waiting to rise again? I dunno, my body isnt' convoluting no more, I'll just write my way but these fucking headphones will run out of charge, need enough ways to distract me from reality tonight, can't be in my vicinity miserable wage slaves with no foresight & no ambition, need to network with winners. 

 I dunno if I'll solve my mental issues but I'm not going back to the herd, I'ma be wild one at times but a rich wild one I can deal with, I only see that in my vision, Next time I panic I better be swaged out I want someones mortagage on my wrist, back seat worth your whole kid. 

Edited September 16, 2021 by Striving for more