Well, thought I'd give intoxication an attempt today. Y'know, the old drowning-your-sorrows-in-booze trick. Guess what? It doesn't work. In fact, it now seems alcohol only multiplies the pain. I seriously have no idea what to do. Good thing is, doing nothing works well enough. Everything turns out okay (or 'acceptable', at least) in the end, with no need for my or anyone else's intervention. It's a comforting thought.

Of course, I exist now, not tomorrow or next week. Now. And 'now', incidentally, is where all the pain's at. And now I'm out of vodka.

I wish I was dead.