Maybe it doesn’t get better. Maybe it’s one bad day after another. Maybe those bad days end with one strong drink after another. Maybe I’ll look back in twenty years and think, ‘they were wrong it doesn’t get easier or better’. But I’ll preserve, just as always. Because that’s all I know. That’s all I’ve ever known. Even when I lose hope, I know I’ll face another bad day and mix another strong drink. Because, fuck it, that’s all I’ve ever known.
KJS // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #93