Woke up this morning in the worst state of mind. Last night was not a good one. This morning is worse. I thought I was making strides yesterday but I’m back to square one today. I am literally done with life and to be honest I think life is done with me.
Who knew whisky could taste so good?? You guys have been holding that one back from me. It must have been fifteen years since a drop of alcohol have passed these lips? Well, fuck goes that record! and wow, yeah, what a beautiful beautiful taste. But that’s just a taster though. Plenty more where that came from and plenty more of the day.
I can’t wait.
So much pain to store right away in the upper echelons of my brain and replace it with pure ecstasy. I’ve heard there’s two kinds of drunk – a happy drunk and a depressed drunk. I wonder which one I’ll be?!
The anticipation!
