2019 10 09: High

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The porcelain bathtub was almost warm because of how long I had my cheek resting on it.

The sun setting over the Pacific Ocean was bright in my eyes as I stared at it - but not bright enough to blind me.

The room-temperature water soaked into my calm, naked body. I felt like I wanted to add more hot water, or something.

And here I was - drunk and high off my mind - all alone in my ginormous, empty house.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't; I didn't have the energy to.