He Opts for the Alcohol Route

I decided that, if I was going to be miserable here, I might as well be drunk and miserable. I have only one friend that doesn't live in the mid-Atlantic region who I could possibly stay with for a few days. And he's gotta go to Orlando tomorrow. So I don't get to spend a few days away from here in a sunny, warm place with a friend who doesn't look upon me with eyes that ooze pity.

I just wanna hang out with a friend on the beach for a few days. Or something like that. I fucking hate being in this apartment by myself. And I don't want to go to Maryland.

I'm so glad I'm drunk. I might actually feel sad for myself right now. But instead I feel warm and tired. I'm gonna avoid drinking my way through this weekend because it's unhealthy, but it sure makes getting to sleep easier.