When you said you needed a sober night to stop feeling so shitty all the time and then you realized that you've been trashed for the last three days and the night feels empty without a drink in your stomach and then you wonder what road you've gone down to get to a point so low and the best part is that you just. dont. give a shit.
I guess an end-of-year blog is necessary, it being the last day of the year two-thousand and seven. I sit here watching the pale blue hue of the sunlight fading at four P.M, realizing that nothing is handed to me anymore; the easy days are over. When a few years ago everything just fell right into your lap and thinking wasn't necessary; now your idleness is means for your boredom and discomfort. You think the last-year-you is so much different than the this-year-you and you don't like the change. Your thinking is shallowing up, you're so biased. You now are beginning to understand why your family hates the world so much and you realize no matter how hard you try, you just continue to fall into every fucking trap that they did, and the worst part is you recognize it. You see that the discourse of the entire span of 2007 was part one of becoming the asshole you never wanted to be. Or is that called growing up?
