Then again, maybe not.

Maybe the movie.

Maybe the cigarettes.

Doubtful.

I like this feeling. Like I have it all when deep down I know I have nothing. But shhh. I haven't quite admitted that to myself just yet.

Living in the moment. I'm happy, despite so many scenerios.

Talking nonsense.

This is me, drunk. And trying to be poetically pretty.

Failing.

Suddenly warm wine doesn't taste so bad.

My dispensible little world.