I mean it’s true, alcohol is a depressant. Whenever I drink wine, it’s the only time I get sad about being alone. I start to crave that feeling of being wanted by someone, but then I remember what my body looks like. I hate it. I wish I had the self esteem to feel good about the way I look, but I don’t. Instead I despise my body and I wish I looked like someone else.
"I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis."
