I feel like such an alcoholic when I look around my room. Everywhere you look there’s beer, wine, vodka bottles all laying around. I feel like a mini Charles Bukowski. A crude, heart broken drunk.
Barre Noire (by erwannf)
I smoked for the first time in over a year with my best friend in his apartment and this post is so pointless but I am just so excited to have started smoking again because it’s great and wow look at this run on sentence mess.
Oh, no, life is great. Don’t worry. Psh. Y’know.