If It Makes You Happy, Then Why The Hell Are You So Sad?
I spent 24 hours of my weekend drunk,
10 hours with a hang over,
and the other 14 hours sleeping.
It was freezing.
I sat on the cold, unwelcoming couch,
And watched the snow slowly cascade from the sky,
While I slowly smoked my menthol.
I thought it odd that there was a couch outside,
On the porch,
However, it was “the Hill”
And such should be expected in the heart of a college town.
My classic red party cup,
Now almost empty for the third time,
Was starting to ice over in my hand.
A 20-nothing hetero flies out of the party-worn house.
He’s yelling profanities about how someone drank all the beer;
Splashing the same beer from the cup he’s holding.
I just suck down my last drag of the cigarette,
Drop it in his cup,
And ignore the stunned look on his face,
While I walk back into the sorry excuse of a party.
It’s funny how I found myself there.
Surrounded by morons,
Who only get dumber
the more they drink.
I spent the entire weekend in a silent drunken stupor,
Drunken whirlwinds, only followed by earth shattering hangovers.
With every drink,
I could slowly forget about it all.
Every stab in my head,
Distracted me from the pit in my chest.
Men are such a joke.
Relationships are such a joke.
A friend of mine, Mr.Politician defiantly has is right:
You get in,
get what you need,
And get out.
Focus on your career,
Because you are ultimately the only person you can count on.
You heard it here first:
Matty B. is a bad betch! And he’s back!
