ah, drinking again.
time was i thought nothing could stop me from being straight edge
turns out all it took was a little loneliness and a healthy dose of heartbreak.
time was i told you i hadn't changed a bit
but me two years ago wouldn't recognize me now.
time was i thought i'd never love again...
alcohol has a much lower freezing point
which is why it feels warm going down your throat
but i guess its also why i feel so cold hearted.
f. scott fitzgerald had more potential as a writer in the 20th century than most people ever do
but he also had a wife whom he loved to death, quite literally.
i wish i wasnt like this
you loved me once when i wasn't like this
but the truth is i've had more conversations with jack daniels in the last month
than we have had in a year.
strange thing is i've finally learned to love every wicked thing about myself
cus 'I don't care what you think, as long as its about me..."
fuck it
i've found happiness in misery.
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