Eyes closed, Michal fell in and out of consciousness. What else had he got? Oh, loads he still got. Too many loads, loads that had become too heavy to handle on his own. Right?
Well...
Pressing his own face further into the mattress, Michal let the free-flying feeling one experienced whilst being ridiculously drunk take over him. The stress between his eyes had stopped, like it always did, and his brain felt disconnected enough that it didn't quite feel like he had to think at all. And yet.... a frown formed on Michal's lips. Still, in this intoxicated state, he.... there were still memories, thoughts, emotions that permeated. Things Michal couldn't quite shake them, and they left hints of little footprints in his subconscious.
Little footprints?
His frown formed deeper.
"I did bad thing," Michal mumbled miserably. "Did a bad thing, wrong--- things, all the---" Despite his limbs feeling heavy, Michal still managed to raise his hand and slap it down onto his face to partially cover it. "Got--- too many bad things. Help with---" he pushed his palm into his head, rubbing it harder and harder into his temples with each passing moment. "Can't help with any of it."
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