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In furious anger, I figured out I was not going to

In furious anger, I figured out I was not going to marry anyone. Marriage was not my cup of tea. I decided I would make out with countless girls throughout my life. The idea really excited me. I ran all the way back to the bar somehow. The atmosphere inside was fantastic. There were all kinds of attractive girls but no guys. I was the only guy in there. Initially, I felt good but then I felt miserable. All the girls were incredibly good looking and I couldn't choose one. I was sweating and shaking. I felt so bad that I got out of there. I really had to. The first thing I did after coming out was this, I questioned my whole god damn existence. (a very long story in caption.) [Warning: Reading this is a fantastic waste of time.] *21 Vodka Shots* I had quite a dream last night. Maybe it was a nightmare. I was driving this very expensive car. In front of me was a never ending fog in that awfully dark night. Behind me were the glowing headlights of the car. The car was not in my control. It was speeding backwards as if it was being pulled by some immensely powerful something. To my surprise, I was safe. The car never went off the track. I was safe but I was not in control. It kept speeding backwards and I had to turn my neck to see if I was going to get smashed into a lamp post or something. My neck started to pain a lot because I had to look back to see if it was my last day. I couldn't take the pain after some time. I decided to rest my neck. I stopped looking back. And the moment I did that, the car got smashed into something. I teared through the car and fell in some kind of a bar. No injuries, no nothing. Just a completely different atmosphere. There I saw all kinds of people in that lit atmosphere. My eyes fell upon girls too, naturally. Most of them seemed older than me, but some of them seemed my age. I decided to try my luck. The first girl seemed cute, standing on the far side. I was nervous, very nervous. So I took a vodka shot and went ahead. I met her acting nice and confident. She seemed receptive. She
In furious anger, I figured out I was not going to marry anyone. Marriage was not my cup of tea. I decided I would make out with countless girls throughout my life. The idea really excited me. I ran all the way back to the bar somehow. The atmosphere inside was fantastic. There were all kinds of attractive girls but no guys. I was the only guy in there. Initially, I felt good but then I felt miserable. All the girls were incredibly good looking and I couldn't choose one. I was sweating and shaking. I felt so bad that I got out of there. I really had to. The first thing I did after coming out was this, I questioned my whole god damn existence. (a very long story in caption.) [Warning: Reading this is a fantastic waste of time.] *21 Vodka Shots* I had quite a dream last night. Maybe it was a nightmare. I was driving this very expensive car. In front of me was a never ending fog in that awfully dark night. Behind me were the glowing headlights of the car. The car was not in my control. It was speeding backwards as if it was being pulled by some immensely powerful something. To my surprise, I was safe. The car never went off the track. I was safe but I was not in control. It kept speeding backwards and I had to turn my neck to see if I was going to get smashed into a lamp post or something. My neck started to pain a lot because I had to look back to see if it was my last day. I couldn't take the pain after some time. I decided to rest my neck. I stopped looking back. And the moment I did that, the car got smashed into something. I teared through the car and fell in some kind of a bar. No injuries, no nothing. Just a completely different atmosphere. There I saw all kinds of people in that lit atmosphere. My eyes fell upon girls too, naturally. Most of them seemed older than me, but some of them seemed my age. I decided to try my luck. The first girl seemed cute, standing on the far side. I was nervous, very nervous. So I took a vodka shot and went ahead. I met her acting nice and confident. She seemed receptive. She
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