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I was all right for awhile
I'm a mild mannered business man by day but each night after returning home from work to my empty house I strip down to my underwear and crank the stereo up up up with "Crying" by Roy Orbison on repeat as I drink my whiskey alone in the dark to forget my lack of love and escape the drudgery of my day job.
Wow. That is just so deep and dark. Nobody ever handles their role in this futile ** of a life like that. It's practically a trope for a reason, dummy!
Think we've all been there..I'd come home from the road, and, if didn't go right back out again (to my local bar), throw on the headphones and belt out every sad song on YouTube, while downing a few beers. Oddly enough, not as many at home as I would out at the bar.
Had one evening, though, that neighbor's grad-school daughter came over to see what the noise was about, and ended up drinking with her for hours..With a happy ending that he/my neighbor, will never know about.. His "little girl" was wild in the sack..
Well, at least it's not about one of your imaginary "hot bartenders" or your "hot older sister" for once. But yeah, your comments are pretty distinctive, and shows just how obsessed you are with what you can't have in real life. =)
Sad life get help wit drink then everything else b ok
Go to a bar during happy hour and socialize.
Show me the way to a dive bar that still has an old school jukebox with Roy Orbison 45's and I'll fly there with a roll of shiny new quarters in my pocket!