Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I plan on getting wasted.
Like an angel transformed
into a monster howling
in silence; scaring you
away. I will be tipsy.
I'll just be tipsee.Thee-pissy.
Deep sea. Tip-synchronized.
Murmuring with my eyes
shut. Dreaming without
sleeping. Slipping..Waking
up with a throbbing head
heart - head - pounding.
I still plan on getting wasted.
Not drunk, not intoxicated.
Wasted.

-from a pexer named Jersee...