Making better decisions. And rambling.
Waking up in the fetal position to the rich aroma of vodka and shame is starting to get boring, which is not something I thought I’d be saying at the ripe old age of twenty. It seems that in the last few months life has gotten serious, and every action has consequences. Alcohol always makes me realize that I love the sound of my own voice, and making people listen to what I have to say as if it’s valid or important - which it never is. So, as always, I’m vowing to make better decisions from now on and learn some tact. And as always both will prove to be elusive. I sound very serious…derp.
