Mam wywalone

When life turns into a constant "screw it all," a strange sense of freedom emerges. The vodka is cold, the music is loud, the brain finally turns off the anxiety, and even the stupidest grudges become a backdrop for dancing. Everything that annoyed me yesterday simply doesn't exist today, it dissolved in the rhythm and the sweat on my face. There's a special pleasure in completely disregarding decorum: when you don't have to prove yourself, make excuses, or try to please. Just the bass thrumming in my chest and the feeling that right now, everything is honest, without glamor, without morality, just a person who doesn't care anymore. And it feels kind of easy because of that.