My Poison of Choice

Gibberish

My Poison of Choice

Just got home, after drinking six Glühwein. It’s hot spiced red wine. You know once in a while i need this. An escape. I’m the last person to get into poison. I tried a lot. I avoided most of the most artificial stuff though. I stick to the A. I’m not an A but i see the its…well. My poison of choice probably is loneliness. There’s something about not caring at all. This year it’s hard to execute it. Things changed in a way i won’t mentioned for a while.

To sum things up: thank god it’s a friday.