(written midnight earlier today and i didn't post it)

dear diary,

Do you remember that I mentioned that I bought a bottle of JD on the day I found out that my piano teacher died? well, some time this week (or last week, I can't remember), I opened it and I took a swig once in a while over the past few days.

Something feels kinda healing about swigging the bourbon from the bottle. Something gruff, brusque, American.