又又喝醉的某日随便写的日记
Happy hour at Pig Beach had just ended and I'm writing this on the F train, heading to Newark Penn Station. I'm drunk, just like last happy hour. I'm dizzy. And for a moment I could almost see myself from a third person point of view. The world goes on at the same pace as usual, but somehow I felt like a bystander, no longer actively participating in the hustle and bustle.
I'm truly grateful for everything and everyone. I couldn't have asked for a better first job.
Heading back to PA now. I just remembered I don't have a mask on. Well NYC never really cares about peoples appearances anyway, besides the pandemic is kind of over in many’s hearts.
I don't know what I look like right now. Is my gaze spacey? Are my cheeks flushed? I have no clue. And New Yorkers are certainly not the ones to point out.