Holding Someones Hair Back

I leave Canada in under 2 weeks now, thats insane. Ideally, i'd construct some in depth summary of all the shit that went down in gay america at some point, but that'll have to wait until a time when my mind has returned to the realm of the living. So, what's new, the drunken need to tell people things as per, like mulling over a wound, everyone loves to air their dirty laundry. I think i've let every skeleton out of my closet to people i don't know lately, while in the past few days, probably adding a couple of new ones, it's been a little bit of a rampage. Still drunk and killing life with my hands. Attempting to maintain a bit of composure, do a bit of writing, got a few ideas for a short story i'd like to write this summer, i don't know why i'm saying that here as i'm only going to be embarassed when the topic would come up in conversation. Which makes no sense, lifes twisted when i can't even speak upon pipe dreams. Jesus, i'm gargling words again. Everyone is leaving all around me and i can't even maintain sobriety to have it actually mean something, thats not good. Today i'm eating again which is nice, my bodys diet of a sambuca bottle per night and whatever else is available can only last so long. I'm going to bed, no tears.