you know when people say love works out?, well that's bs. I thought Blitzø and I would work out, but he's just an asshole. so here I am drawing my shitty life in shitty vodka, the complete opposite of how I am in the future. "You know.. you should probably stop drinking all of that love" says some random bartender girl. I couldn't really make out her face, but she was hot. But of course being the drunken depressed self I am the only thing I can manage to say is "how about you shut your trap and buy me a drink instead, beautiful?"