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I'm drunk.
I've been drinking by myself.
Again.
I feel bad, for the things I've done. I meet people, I love them as friends and as lovers, and when it comes to the time that we disagree and fall apart, I leave them in the dust of my wake. I don't talk to them, I refuse to let myself think about them, and I hate myself for it. I am not the bigger man. I am a weak man who is only trying to survive in this world the only way he knows how: I work, I try to have fun, I rely heavily upon whichever woman feels the need to be indebted enough to be with me. It's not enough. I can't make enough yet. I don't have a lot of fun. I need someone's support.
My face is numb. That's how I've known I've had enough.
I am...
Sexually frustrated.
Tired from work.
Fearing how much schoolwork I have to do.
Wishing I could get everything in order.
In need of money (aren't we all?).
Not interested in writing what I think or feel anymore. Fuck.
I've been drinking by myself.
Again.
I feel bad, for the things I've done. I meet people, I love them as friends and as lovers, and when it comes to the time that we disagree and fall apart, I leave them in the dust of my wake. I don't talk to them, I refuse to let myself think about them, and I hate myself for it. I am not the bigger man. I am a weak man who is only trying to survive in this world the only way he knows how: I work, I try to have fun, I rely heavily upon whichever woman feels the need to be indebted enough to be with me. It's not enough. I can't make enough yet. I don't have a lot of fun. I need someone's support.
My face is numb. That's how I've known I've had enough.
I am...
Sexually frustrated.
Tired from work.
Fearing how much schoolwork I have to do.
Wishing I could get everything in order.
In need of money (aren't we all?).
Not interested in writing what I think or feel anymore. Fuck.