June 21, 2012 3:03:18 PM EDT
it's masquerade night. apparently the people who genuinely need a drink have to wade through these annoying happy bastards to get their elixir of corruption. i drink because if i don't i think too much. that leads to depression. that leads to many 'cidal tendencies. homicidal. suicidal. fuck it, genocidal. i can't stand hearing their bullshit laughter. it reminds me of how empty & pointless my life is. it's like they're rubbing it in. "fuck this." i stand on the bar. "HEY!!!" everything stops dead. "anyone who's here to forget their problems, come get a drink. anyone who's here to celebrate, chill out or get out. you're making the rest of us feel bad." i hop down & swig from a bottle of whiskey. most of the people there leave, save for a few who drink silently.