I am maybe the second to last place I want to be right now, but too drunk and broke to go anywhere. Depression and a bottle of brandy have led me here, and you want to know the worst part? Aside from the fact that I'm not anywhere near drink enough if I'm typing this legibly on a iPod Touch? At home, sitting on my own balcony. The balcony of an apartment too preoccupied with their own shit. I hate to be so dramatic at any point in my life but I really hate my life and I wouldn't know what to say if the opportunity came up anyway.
I don't mean to make this vauge. The missus is in the hospital, she's the only one with a job and she's in danger of losing it and I'm so stressed out Im sitting on the balcony alone, drunk, because for the first time in my life i felt I needed to be. And it's not doing a damn bit of good.
But at least the people inside were having fun...
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