Its just 6 minutes past midnight and im already fucking drunk.
I finished a bottle of vodka and i guarantee this was one of my best idea ever. Im happy that i found a pack of cigs under my bed, i think i kept it there when i was really fucking high that i woke up next to an empty pack of solid cheese.
I realized that im following 777 people on twitter now, why did i noticed that thereâs so much to notice in life. (??)
Iâve been a ghost to my friends im extremely sad, okay, depressed. I cant get out of bed and ive been treating myself with mad pills, it makes me calm. I like it.
âavoid your friends for weeks even though
theyâre the only sense of consistency you have
left in your life, if they really wanted
to see you theyâd come, but they wonât, who cares?â
âbut most importantly drown every single one of
your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to
love the taste of it dripping down your throat
find comfort in the warmth coming from your
stomach, youâre drinking bottled love now
you donât need other people to drive away your loneliness
you just needed to find a way to talk to it â
I like not being sober, thatâs jsut it. i dont know what im talking about sorry bye