<3 It's a week night. I'm drunk. And I know what is good or bad. But if you'll believe it was just the alcohol... I'll go ahead and destroy everything for the night. I never met anyone who did know how to cope; why should I?
Btw, I've stumbled across your poems while /not/ drunk. Or tipsy. Or whatsoever inebriated. And, how I always feel; War breaks hearts. It breaks people. It doesn't matter if you're under that hot sun or back in air conditioned America.
Yeah... Maybe I just want to believe that it was the alcohol. I know how to handle myself tipsy. I just wasn't handling myself this time. Maybe 'cause I didn't want to. To see if it helped at all, you know?
Anyway, thanks for telling me off a bit. I'm sure I needed it
Touche. I don't make this sort of thing a habit. Call it an experiment, if you will, facilitated by the fact that I'm in college and such options as these are available. Still, it's an experiment I don't plan to repeat any time soon ><