Dear Diary,
Today I looked up engagement rings and ate an excessively inappropriate
amount of carbohydrates. The Internet told me to beat a sore throat by
gargling whiskey so here I sit cradling a bottle close to my chest as I
stare at a beautiful girl on the teevee. She's good at eye contact. I'm
working on that.
The last time I had bronchitis I quit smoking so I could heal. But the
cough persisted until I finally got tired of being a quitter and decided
to fuck it and smoke one of my coworker's menthols. I also fucked him
and smoked his menthol but that's another story. The cough went away
after that. The shame didn't.
I've been trying so hard to come up with beautiful ways to reframe all
these not-so-beautiful things. I think I've forgotten what truth means and
now nothing is real unless I think of it in the abstract.
Or at least, 'Isn't it pretty to think so?'
I did a lot of drugs today and now I'm afraid to fall asleep
love
me