Mopey
◊ Instead of complaining again about how my friends never call me, or whining about being bored and lonely, I will drink some Jack Daniel's straight from the bottle and smoke a cigarette and maybe walk down to 7-11 to buy some crackers.
And I will be feeling sorry for myself every step of the way.
God, I hope nobody ever makes me quit. I hope my liver and my lungs get fed up someday and try to fight their way out of my body. It'd hurt like a motherfucker, but it'd be worth it to die in such a gruesome manner. I bet the people at the morgue would want to get their pictures taken next to my blown-out corpse.
Ooh, not crackers. I want a Popsicle.