What happened to me
This time...
nothing. I just left, I went. I'm possibly back now but possibly not, I always claim to make some grand return which results in a spree of lengthy posts longing for some sudden awareness or epiphany explaining the reason I am how I am.
It never happens. Perhaps in focusing on the last bits of foamy head on my miller lite i simply forget the responsibility I set with myself, the accountability of self that i supposedly crave. Beer is a constant friend, it never talks back and when beer is with you, you just don't give a fuck. Or maybe thats just me.
Don't give a fuck about the next day, the next week, the next year, just want that, whatever it is, now. Smiles and flirts and soft giggles leading to that craving. All ultimately ending with perhaps almost idle regret the next morning, the ability to chalk it up to, "the beer", but in reality...it just is what it is.
but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? Its something that either is, or isn't.
nothing. I just left, I went. I'm possibly back now but possibly not, I always claim to make some grand return which results in a spree of lengthy posts longing for some sudden awareness or epiphany explaining the reason I am how I am.
It never happens. Perhaps in focusing on the last bits of foamy head on my miller lite i simply forget the responsibility I set with myself, the accountability of self that i supposedly crave. Beer is a constant friend, it never talks back and when beer is with you, you just don't give a fuck. Or maybe thats just me.
Don't give a fuck about the next day, the next week, the next year, just want that, whatever it is, now. Smiles and flirts and soft giggles leading to that craving. All ultimately ending with perhaps almost idle regret the next morning, the ability to chalk it up to, "the beer", but in reality...it just is what it is.
but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? Its something that either is, or isn't.