Control

I took these random pictures that day I went drinking with my colleagues. The place is quite decent in all aspects, but I smoke more than I drank, because I no longer enjoy drinking so much.


Otherwise, how do I survive with a single glass of screwdriver through the night?

And I dont understand myself. I hate screwdrivers but yet I chose to drink it where every I go. I contemplated choosing a magarita, but ended up drinking vodka yet again.

Ought to quit, ought to quit.

And I am smoking at alarming rates these days too. I was smoking only when I am stressed in the past, but now I am smoking out of a habit. Now I dont want this habit to form.

I already have as little control over my life as it is, I neednt to lose all of it.

Ought to restrain, ought to restrain.

I cant figure myself out, can you?