Funny how in spite of all the new means of social media, I end up back here. I'm glad this corner of the web has been forgotten. It's the only place I can say something out loud, without really being heard.
Some things you just have to let out, even if there's no one to hear. A self pat-on-the-back, self-hickey; whatever you choose to call it. It's uncorking a bottle of champagne in an empty room. Even if it's drinks for one, there's still something satisfying about that "pop".
So here I raise my glass to me. You fussy, fickle fool! Having lived, loved, lost and still lusting for life after it all. Damn you, hope, for being so stubborn. To hell with morals, half the world has already lost it anyway. Fuck plans. It always works out better in the absence of them. And may all my enemies go to hell.
Some things you just have to let out, even if there's no one to hear. A self pat-on-the-back, self-hickey; whatever you choose to call it. It's uncorking a bottle of champagne in an empty room. Even if it's drinks for one, there's still something satisfying about that "pop".
So here I raise my glass to me. You fussy, fickle fool! Having lived, loved, lost and still lusting for life after it all. Damn you, hope, for being so stubborn. To hell with morals, half the world has already lost it anyway. Fuck plans. It always works out better in the absence of them. And may all my enemies go to hell.
