Different aspects of my daily life truly vexes me. When I go out to bars I feel a momentary booze induced happiness until I get draged away from the southern comfort(I can't help it my roots are from new orleans). It's always that one girl that I try to talk to that puts me into a upseting drunkin stooper. No longer am I having fun, I'm just trying to forget my current and daily situation. I'm drunk after my sixth or seventh. But after the last comment I find my self on my 13th or 14th and only stop because the lights come on. If I'm feeling I don't want to make it home I drive back. If I feel I need to think about the complete karma of every bar exp. I sit down at dunkin donuts and eat breakfest alone. I think about how many times I've said things alot ruder then in my normal character. And then had it come back to me. I remember that I use to be a really nice and good person and then just stopped. I just ah fuckin emotional masochist.