Inibriated

An ugly honesty. A sad and confused twenty-something who didn't yet realise hiding in drink was making it worse. A snapshot that when I saw how utterly unhappy my eyes are, began the thought process that maybe it was time to stop. A chance to flaunt and frame the pinnacle of my very worst and most useless form I could be. 
Or just a drunken selfie in the rain made artsy. I don't know.