Dear Vodka,
I’ll drink you tonight. And i’ll probably end up into a drunk state. I’ll go to bed, probably cry a little bit and think of what i’ve done. I don’t know what i feel right now. Is it anger? is it sadness? Esceque je m’inquiete? I don’t know. But anyways, tomorrow is another day, everything will be fine. Well, I hope so…. :`(
