You don't do much of anything these days, just going through the motions. Everything feels like it's about to fall in on you, about to bury you alive. Grocery shopping is the hardest because all you want to do is fill up your cart with chocolate chip ice cream, cookie dough, bacon, and all manner of sweets. It would be irresponsible though and you don't want to have to end up at the gym. That would just be too much work and you just don't have the energy. So you fill your cart with fruits and vegetables, salad, chicken and steaks. You don't have the energy to cook anything fancy, but backed chicken and a salad is healthy, even if it takes you a few days to finish a package of meat.
On your way out of the supermarket, you pass the liquor store that's right next to it. Normally, you don't even see it. You can't help but wonder what drove your sister to drink as much as she did or the man who killed her. Your thoughts drift to one of your best friends, and you wonder if maybe you should try harder to get him to stop drinking. You worry that you're going to have to bury him next, or your other best friend. You're even worried about your sister's boyfriend. So many people to worry about and maybe...maybe one drink won't hurt. But you know that's a lie. One drink is one too many, so you keep moving because you know if you stop for one second longer, you might change your mind.