I wanted to go out drinking earlier (it’s nighttime where I am). Like really, really, I-am-missing-out-on-all-the-fun-I-think-I’ve-proven-my-point-now wanted to. Oh-fuck-it-just-tonight wanted to. Nobody-even-really-knows-you’ve-quit-so-what’s-the-big-deal wanted to. As-if-you’re-gonna-keep-this-up-forever-you’re-fooling-nobody wanted to.
It’s midnight now, and therefore a new day. I already feel relieved that I didn’t drink. As I always eventually do.
And on and on it goes.