Freedom!

Freedom is something that is very important to me. It's as simple as deciding that you feel like walking down to the lake on a Saturday morning and having a coffee with the ducks, and not having to explain to anybody why you feel like doing that. It's staying awake until the sun comes up and walking across to the beach to watch it rise and not having anybody wanting to come with you. It's getting drunk and writing ridiculous things until 4:30 in the morning and nobody worrying about that.
Freedom, to me, really is as simple as that. I don't understand why it should be more complicated?

Yesterday's Last Year.

Waking up at 2:30PM on a Sunday, with that deep, rotten feeling in your gut that you've ruined your life a little more. Again. I don't want that anymore.

I know exactly what happened. I don't need a therapist or a fucking doctor to tell me that. I have a friend who is probably just about as lonely as I am, and we evened eachother out. He was good company for me. We were lonely and we lived under the same roof, and the story tells itself really.

I don't really talk to him too much anymore. I'm not really sure why.

Oh God, I can't handle this crap. I don't want to talk about myself anymore either.

Pass me another beer.

I'm very well aware that I could be an alcoholic.