Not that bad of a person

I'm not greedy but I love being right. I enjoy straight vodka and the blurry memory that comes with it.

I've been happy hiding behind my styrofoam coffee cup thinking I'm adored by those who will never know who I really am. The gas station workers and Circle K employees feel like my last hope. I'll listen to the radio, have another cigarette.

Sure, I don't take the greatest care of myself. I don't sleep and I take my pills.
I don't hurt others. I make soup for my family when they're sick. I stand behind my decisions.

I'm glad I'm me, I'm proud of myself.

And I'm fine with the ramble I spit out.