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.
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