juan cho

All the alcohol in the world can’t fill this hole I have in me. I wish I knew what I’m trying to bury. Regrets? Sorrows? I don’t know. I feel numb, stupid and discouraged. I’ve tried everything from drinking to smoking, but nothing can cure right now. I just need to be alone while the cigarette between my fingers burns away. I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess I write pointless stupid shit when I’m tipsy