number 14

so i got drunk last night. what's new? popped a couple of pills to ease my headache. what happened last night?

the sick cycle continues. the lines from a 90's hit lingers in my head. i don't want to call you but then i want to call you, 'cause i don't want to crush you but i feel like crushing you. here we go again with my sentimental crap. i guess i really am peterpan and i'll never grow up.

move on, move on, move on. how i wish it was that easy. the heart has always been my waterloo. give me problems on finance, career, even family and i'll handle them like a pro. i'll get tired of this soon and get things moving again. i hope.

this is blog number 14.