this morning, i woke up, from a shitty three hours of "sleep." i decided i wanted to take a pch cruise on the way to work this morning. the sun kept peeking through the clouds, but didn't actually have a chance to shine to her fullest extent. It was okay, i understood, i wouldn't have come out either if i had big buggin' rain clouds in the way. I ended up pulling over by the bead shop, got out and walked down the stairs that lead closer to the ocean. I took plenty of deep breaths, and mustered up as many clear sober thoughts as i could. It was refreshing to hear nothing but the waves crashing, and to feel nothing but the cold air, and it's mist agasint my face.
For some reason, i'm always drawn to the ocean. No matter, where i want to take a drive to, no matter how far, no matter what's on my mind, i always end up near the water. I dont know what it is, but there's something that is just so calming about it all. I'm not going to lie right now, i'm extremely destroyed. I got fucked up last night, and i want to be normal right now, and not dealing with a super bad hang over at work, but i can't help it.

I really hate it when people say one thing, and then do another.
Say anything, but say what you mean.
having a way with words, gets you no where, if it's not genuine.
get over yourself. who are you kidding? yourself, i guess.
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here is to feeling a little bit better and not throwing up on the way to work... or at work.