I didn’t sleep well last night. I was awake at 6am with this song in my ears. This will be my weekend song. I’m going to hate this weekend. I’m intending to get through it by getting drunk. Tonight, tomorrow, all weekend. I’m going to pretend what happened six years ago didn’t happen. I don’t want to remember. If the clouds don’t clear I will rise above it but I so wish the gates of heaven where closer.