Fist above the rest

So, I have bruises all over my body, damn alcohol. At least last night was fun, I had a good time and learned many new things about myself I didnt know. Oh well. Thats always good. I dont know where I am headed and as each day progresses I find brand new reasons why I dont like anything about where I'm going. I think I had a bright future but after each drink, each wasted day, each failed test, that future becomes dimmer. I know that if I go back to Odessa, things will be worse. I will be alone and maybe thats what I need.