I have absolutely no idea why sad people drink. Every time I drink when I'm in a bad mood, everything is worse. I can't focus for more than 30 seconds on one thing at a time. It's like a long version of Flowers for Algernon. If you haven't read that short story, you should. It's amazing. Anyway, in case you haven't gathered from the first couple of seconds, I feel like poop right now. Not exactly as poetic as my last entry, but whatever. Throughout my entire life, women have been at least 85% of my thought process. I used to think that figuring out the mystery to having someone to call my own would fill in all of the emptiness and fix all of my problems. But now that it's not so complicated, and I see that it won't fix anything, I feel myself at a loss for what I'm supposed to be looking for now. I got the closure I thought I needed. I got the attention and the affection, and somehow I wasn't happy. I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. I just know that there's this girl...
Maybe I need to go home for a while. Maybe I should stop publishing all of my personal thoughts to the internet for anyone to read.
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