So I've been sitting here for an hour or so, probably more, knowing me, trying to decide if now is the time to quit smoking, or to walk 5 or 6 blocks and buy another pack. It's so trivial it makes me want to puke, or maybe that's just the alcohol. I've been to the bars with so many different people now, most of them girls, most of them exactly the same. All the tortured topics and the reaching glances, fuck, what happened to all the people who cared as little as I do about every single day repeating itself, I could go on another hour like this, but Shit, what's the point, more to come oh so soon.
P.S. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it all. I was promised more.
P.S. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it all. I was promised more.