Sometimes ...

The only way to escape is to drink too much, watch slushy movies, listen to equally sad/moving/slushy music in the dark and cry your eyes out for no real reason apart from the fact that you are probably screwing up your life in quite spectacular style or are so confused about it that it amounts to the same. Of course this could be utter rubbish by the time I'm sober (which won't take long due to an efficient liver). Sometimes it's nice to have uncluttered and sincere thoughts but sadly this state doesn't last long. Amazing how easy it is to type rubbish so eloquently, of course I'm sure it won't appear so in the morning!