Senses

It's half past four and I've drank too much vodka. If I say too much I'll end up deleteing this tomorrow. But I guess you've already figured out I'm drinking too much again. Popped a couple of Citodon as well, only have two left and started thinking about getting more of those. I shouldn't though, and I'll probably come to my senses again about that when I'm sober and hungover.

Haven't drawn anything in a few days. I just don't care. I've been writing some more today though, not so much constructive writing though, but still. Thought a lot too. Mostly that usual trying to figure out myself and my mental problems kinda shit again. I bet you're all tired of reading about that by now. But what else should I write about when that is the only thing I have on my mind? Maybe you're not tired of it.

I'm spaced out, tired and my mind is dulled. I like it, but I won't be able to keep myself awake for much longer. Maybe I shouldn't either, sleeping is a good thing that I all to often neglect. Okay, I'm out of words, good night.