Routine

It is always the same:

Memorising new cocktails.

Attempted amorous relationships.

Failure of said relationships.

Forgetting cocktail specs.

I envy my friends who have settled down happily at age twenty.

Found a steady boyfriend and since had a pretty boring life to my debauched standards.
What am I even complaining about?
My routine is out of this world crazy compared to all of the 9 to 5 office kids.
For one thing, I do not hate myself, and I consciously make very bad decisions.
Fuck. 

Yeah.