Her best friend is going through physical signs of medication mismanagement/ withdrawals after A series of “he was the wrong guy” scenarios creeping in and out of her life. Her friend is aware of how alcohol affects her regular use of medication which can intensify the feelings and paranoia associated with these day to day occuences. The priest being the guilt. The stinging multitudes of legs walking plank over her.. The narrator is the perfect best friend to have during that particular sequence of events by physically being there as she comes down “to prove that nothings out to get you” But I too, digress.
Her best friend is going through physical signs of medication mismanagement/ withdrawals after A series of “he was the wrong guy” scenarios creeping in and out of her life. Her friend is aware of how alcohol affects her regular use of medication which can intensify the feelings and paranoia associated with these day to day occuences. The priest being the guilt. The stinging multitudes of legs walking plank over her.. The narrator is the perfect best friend to have during that particular sequence of events by physically being there as she comes down “to prove that nothings out to get you” But I too, digress.