I feel black like the sky at that certain time, you know the one, where the pollution has covered the hopeful stars. Sometimes I wake up and life seems simple, like I can drink my cup of tea and eat my toast and feel nourished enough to survive the rest of the day on water. But then sometimes, no matter how much food you swallow, it's just never enough to satisfy. You're insatiable. Sometimes you can't satisfy that need to live, so when you're alone at home, which you mostly are, you drink your parents wine and your brothers vodka and you feel perfectly numb.