I love alcohol.
I hate alcohol.
It gives me euphoria.
It gives me sadness.
With it I can talk to people that usually I'd be afraid of talking to.
When I'm alone, It strenghtens the emptiness of my soul.
I start talking and I give a good laugh for everyone.
But i'm crying inside.
I drink more to be more friendly.
Stop, Please. Don't drink anymore... Please...
I've never got drunk even once, my body helped me in this.
You idiot. Haven't you seen that you're always drunk in melancholia?
One last round, before going to sleep.
Heh. Who can sleep with this overfilling sensation in my hearth?
Goodnight world.
Goodnight, fool.
