Me at a bar

Recently, I have been kind of regretting the moments I spend out. I look around and there is hardly anyone that I can see, who wants the life I want. I know this because if they did, they wouldn’t be here in this bar. Right?

I end up having a drink, which I really don’t care to have in my hand. Then I start to drink it, in hopes it would lighten me up. No luck. I talk to my friends to pass the time. Many of them find enjoyment, comfort, and excitement in going out. Personally, I don’t. A couple years ago, the idea of it was exciting - then I spent some weekends out and it became nothing but an expensive headache. I think we are all wanting to chase the idea of a good time. But why does it have to involve drinking or drugs?

There is so much more to do in life than to continuously poison oneself. There are so many other hobbies that one can spend time with like minded individuals. So why the hell did I come to this bar?

Well I cane out to spend some time with my friends. Because if I didn’t I don’t know when else I would ever see them. I am always full of to-dos that I hardly can make time to meet with any of them. Ten more minutes here and I will head home. I will be in a bad mood if I stay here any longer.