Bad Day

It was a bad day and I want to get drunk but why would I get wasted when I can wallow in self pity sober? That way I can feel the pain in all its gloriousness.

See this is what I am good at: hurting myself to the point of not caring about the repercussions. Take that, optimism.

I wish I can write about something other than this pain but it is all I’ve got. Thank you, Universe.

But maybe tomorrow will be better than today. Maybe not. Let’s not get all up on that biz because caring is not cool.

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