He glued the shattered pieces of his soul together with nothing more but alcohol and cigarettes.
It was morning.
Staring at the white cieling and watching the suns light seep and then pour onto the furniture of his apartment only reminded him that he was still living. He was still existing and doing the same self destructive behavior like he did throughout the whole night till the morning sun had hit his skin.
This was never going to end. That was something he knew for sure.
