Drunk Journal: Entry 4


Still drunk.

I shouldn’t be writing right now, but fuck it. Who cares, right? We only live once and there’s no sense in holding back. We only have so much time. Why waste it on potentially embarrassment? Spell check is totally saving my ass right now. A strange bug is flying through my room…I have no idea what it is. Never seen it before. A few minutes ago, I attempted to do a sword drill, and was surprisingly quite limber, however, I convinced myself to put the sword down. Never trust an edge. Remember that. It doesn’t take much to make yourself bleed. I almost flayed the tip of right pointer finger off, but I manged to keep it all together, with a band-aid. Wasn’t that big of a deal, but that point is, never trust trust an edge. You should protect yourself any chance you get. Never know what could happen, right? Preserving oneself is all about projecting into the future. If we can stay one step away from death, then we won’t die. Simple as that—if you think about it. That’s what it’s all about, just staying one step ahead. That’s all it takes. One step ahead.

END Entry 4

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