The Fine Line Between Good Times And Very Bad Times

It was a real freakshow last night. I picked the short straw again, and I've got nothing to blame it on this time. I don't like getting to the point where I become entertainment. Horror flick, screwball comedy, whatever. It's degrading, and so avoidable.

I think drinking releases all of the attention-seeking qualities I repress when sober. It's like everything I say and do has to be extra gripping or something. Plus, I have a total Napoleon complex, which is not good.

My hand hurts. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Sorry everybody.

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