Being Drunk, Making No Sense

i have a bottle of Vodka in my left hand and a cigarette in my right hand, and I am typing.
Aren't human the feature with the best physical structure?

Working for a professor requires certain talent. I'm trying hard to figure out what the talent is. No conclusion. So i guess I am not trying hard enough.

Working in a cafe requires nothing but time and a body that's functioning. But I still get annoyed most of the time for doing a job which is only a job which I should not care about. No conclusion and I am not even gonna give any try for this one.

I'm getting pissy again. Even Mom said to me, quit if you are tired. Ya right. Now I really wanna say what do you know about my life.
Guess that's pretty sad.


And it is certainly sad, the ones, whom I wish can offer me some mental support, keep me in a frame which either says "she is 12-year-old" or "She is the genius. ". And the only one, who can calm me down and perhaps understand what I am doing, is not here.

I guess I can just try hard to rely on myself and figure myself out 'cause sometimes, in fact frequently I lose the sense of the way that I am living.



And I am tired of calming myself down, making rational decisions, trying to figure things out, planning and so on and on and on.



Nothing is making sense here. Once again I tell myself after all, you gotta be responsible since you are an adult.

Once again no conclusion. How sad.



I seriously just hope all these are because of PMS.