solvent spirit

I found myself one morning in the bathtub feeling ever so shitty. Shards of memory lie scattered waiting for its master to piece it all together. 1800 Tequila. A shared bed. Unfamiliar bRZ. Echoes of pleasure. Locked doors. F--k it. She won't be here anymore, and her belongings are everywhere haunting the place. I just need to forget this happened and move on.