uranusup

i'm drinking too much. i use it to avoid my life, my life.....my life.... i do not have a life. i exist. do not produce or provide. i'm a worthless piece of shit that deserves nothing.

on a lighter note.......what lighter note! i'm a knob, an idiot who once believed his own hype........need to get real soon or die.

still think that i love becca. that's her name....the landlady...how can i do that to her husband? she needs some one but is it me? i've gone overboard with my compassion....

i need to talk to some one else other than the people i can't