2/12/12
It’s 4 AM. I feel like shit. I took 7 shots of Malibu and 1 shot of Bacardi. I thought I could drink my sorrows away tonight, but apparently I can’t. When you start off feeling like shit, you end up feeling like shit, despite the momentary phases of contentment in between. I find myself under the wrong impression on the daily. Every time I think I’ve figured something out, in no time at all, I’m reveling in just how wrong I was.
Most of what I tell myself to get through the day are things that make sense of the world (in my mind at least.) And then by the end of the day, I realize just how nonsensical I am. I’m so wrong, about everything.
