Sometimes
Sometimes, in this world, we have to make way. Sometimes, we have to destroy our own paths, in order to create new ones.
Last week, I had drowned enough whiskey to fill lake Erie. My last day for it was Sunday.
Last day of these terrible agonizing months. Last day for that terrile melancholy. Feeling so much better.
I'm learning to manage my time and learning how to stay home now.
I feel a lot better.
I'm going to just hang out with few friends or one 3 times a month.
Educate myself and do what I have to do.
I promise I'll post a short story or poem on this journal next time.
Last week, I had drowned enough whiskey to fill lake Erie. My last day for it was Sunday.
Last day of these terrible agonizing months. Last day for that terrile melancholy. Feeling so much better.
I'm learning to manage my time and learning how to stay home now.
I feel a lot better.
I'm going to just hang out with few friends or one 3 times a month.
Educate myself and do what I have to do.
I promise I'll post a short story or poem on this journal next time.