You Be On My Mind

This is the first time I've ever written a post on my cell phone.
It feels refreshing, although I hate touch screen.

Where am I?
I don't know how to ask for help all the time.
Especially when it's a big problem for me.
An offhand comment or vague reference may be as loud as I can get when I need it, but otherwise, my call for help is a whisper among day's chatter.

I'm lying in bed with missed calls and unanswered text messages.
I got as loud as I could last night, to Chanel and my roommates and the end result..
I can only think of a single line from a song to describe what happened...Tyler the Creator said it:
"But times im so serious, you think I'm silly"

No one's said anything.
No one's come to me.
I'm not talking about today, mean last night, when it was fresh.

Now it's putrid dribble people probably chalk up to the brandy.
But it wasn't dribble. It's not.
I can't help I only feel comfortable saying something about it when I'm drinking, that's just the way it comes out.
If I stopped drinking, I think I would just bottle up the whole thing.
That isn't healthy.
So it's either drink and let it go or abstain and explode at this point.

I may never say anything about it again and just let whatever happen.
Seems like a waste of breath at this point.
An exhausting waste of my fucking life.

Is he being dramatic? Is he just really emotional right now?
Yes, please simplify and categorize it so efficiently, so you can blow it off and get back to your zombie life.
You know I have Summer's heart in my blood and I wouldn't care about anything that ever was if it was up to me, yet
This is not the case.

Oh, I just got a text message. Let's see where this goes

Later days, longer nights