An explanation.

You know when people say, “A drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts?” Holy shit, I hate when it’s true. I’m not gonna front and say I’m not a sensitive person, because I am. I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing, but I’m running out of people to confide to. Not that I don’t believe there isn’t anyone trustworthy enough, but I think for awhile now I’ve been trying not to burden them with anything going on in my life. I’d rather listen to other people’s problems than solve my own. Now that I’m typing this out, I guess it’s not a good thing to be doing after all. So if anyone was there to witness me at my lowest, I hope you don’t see me any differently. As much as I try to compose myself, especially now, there will be moments of struggle. And that’s what makes me human. I’d like to think I’m a strong person who is capable of brushing things off with ease, but that only goes so far. So I apologize. I’ve been noticing a reoccuring pattern—strong mixed drinks with 237491278 different alcohols in it. Tastes good, fucks me up bad. Fucking kryptonite.

As for my excuse. I blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol. Just kidding lol. I can only blame myself. My real excuse? I care too much about other people.. I need to start being a little more selfish. I need to do whatever makes me happy. And thank you, old friend. You helped me realize this.