It was a good Birthday. It started with raised hopes and new opportunities. Yet after a three hour rest tonight. I woke up with the realization, it was all just an illusion and nothing may come from it. I almost feel like that this new year for me, will be for my dreams may finally die on me. Any hopes will spoil like fruit.
Just dang perfect, another year of misery approaches. All is lost for me, pass me a full bottle of Kessler, ready to start being a drunk.
Drinking: pour me a Long Island Iced Tea and a shot of 151