"Functioning"

This was a concept I learned in the mental hospital. People are supposed to “function”.

Apparently, as you go through life, there is a best way to do it. It’s called functioning.

We are all machines, I guess.

I look at my life and I hear my heart squishing in my ear and I feel nervous and on edge and then I have a drink and I don’t hear my heart and I’m relaxed and I will totally sacrifice my liver for that.

Any goddamn day.