september 6th, 2003 / 8:19 p.m.

so lets raise our glasses to depression, and we'll toast falling back on old habits, hoping to get drunk enough to work up some courage to maybe make a change. and there's something i should tell you, but i can't quite remember the exact wording due to this alcohol, but it's something along the lines of i'm sorry for being a fuck up, but i swear it's unintentional. if it was true that i did things wrong, then it was trying too hard that was my only fault (among many others).

so we raise our glasses to another year of the same build ups and let downs. and we toast the fact that we've toasted to the same thing the last 20 years.

and if this seems like something that someone depressed would say, maybe it's cause i am.

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