Bored, drunk and alone

As I sit here in the dark listening to music, I desire more. The urge to fill this blank spot in my soul has become the reason I wake. Not knowing what the following sunrise will bring has given me more reason to live than any spoken words. But yet, I am still here sitting bored, drunk, and alone. I doubt anyone will truly read this. But yet there is something about allowing the world to see your inner thoughts; even though they don't care. But, you never know. Someone might read this, relate, and come out better. But none the less I still sit here; Bored, drunk, and alone. No worries.