One Night In Bangkok Is All I Need

So here I am sitting in my room trying to find a job. I feel that this is my fault, for who else is to blame? I am alone and loneleness is my only conflict. One night away from the glass is not the only thing I need. Inebriated thoughts foreshadow a life in which I would be consumed by. Sobriety is an easy task for me, but my struggle lies within. Insurmountable despair at once, a life I yearn and the life I own. Come back my mistake, its only now that I realized I love you.