There are days, of course, when I wish I had a place where I could write and not be known.
It's not that anything is wrong, of course, more like: Where can I go and scream out my lungs so I can reset and come back clear headed?
And then I remember: I have a journal. Yeesh. I think tonight might be a good night for going out into a dark place and writing and clearing my head a bit.
Clearing my head a bit = drinking.