I need to drink. There’s no other option. I can’t live life like this–lifeless and meaningless. I’ll be dead before I know it and the only happy memories I’ll have had will have been on substances in a system and society that strictly forbids them. I am lawless. I am a vagabond. I do not belong here.
Fuck you all, system trash, go die, vote for your next restriction, and burn in hell. Thank you for punishing the weak and good at heart.