The old days are back

Yeah, and it is. Just like the old times, the good, the bad...they're coming back. Come to think of it, not too long ago, maybe a year, or a little more, I've sworn not to drink again, with celebrations as an exception...i'm drinking now as i speak. Ok, I haven't drank a lot, yet. Looking at my glass, just a bit more to go.

Needless to guess, i'm drinking for all the same o' reasons again. Though this time, i didn't drink because i'm being dumped, but just before i'm gonna get left in the ditch. Thank God I haven't went too far on this wrong path I had foolishly undertaken...and for my dad's cognac. Tastes pretty good too - it's been a long time since I had a drop. That reminds me, I still have some tequila my friend left at my place - it's ok, i'll buy some rum to replace it. Haha.

Well, there's no new story. I fell, yeah, I fell...no big deal. Again, nothing new, "I thought she's gonna be different" - and like you've already guessed, yeah, she's just another one - leaver, quitter, escapist, whatever. One minute she's there, make you feel like you're the only one for her, send you up into the moons, tell ya that you're the only one for her...make one more step further, she says "i'm busy", "i need some time", "i don't know"...call her, sms some more, she leaves you thinking that either her phone account's outta the credit limit, or she'd turned off the phone, or she simply is too busy to return the message. Yeah right, too busy for even a minute to hit the reply button. Nice cognac by the way, thanks dad~

Women always have something to bitch about men, and why is it that the reverse isn't as well received? Women can say they've met the wrong guy, cries about how they had deserved better, elicit sympathy, and even love. Imagine, if I were to bitch about the bitches I'd met, think I'll get some sympathy, it'd be extremely fortunate if that baldie next to me doesn't put his beer bottle into my head. *Takes another shot. Nice.

Yet....the sad thing is...how can I, fuck care about the others, stop myself from falling into this illusion-of-romance-pittrap over and over again? Can any fucking thing be done to stop this nonsense? Ya know, I'm consoled to know that i'm not alone in this. Guess what? A couple of nights ago I was like what I am now, depressed, want to get real fuckin' drunk, instead, I chatted with someone online. Know what happened? Apparently it was a 'she', and she told me "...meet a few more bitches, and you'll know not to fall in love again". As I speak, I can't believe she said that. Even a 'she' said this herself. Hah, I don't know what to make out of it. Geez, i'm getting really drunk. Guess i'm outta here. Tata.

A drunk bastard