I don't have anything to say anymore.

I am losing my memory which scares me more than anything. 
I don't have anything of substance to say.
And I need to get back to that place where I can finish a goddamn book.

I found this.

I have these terrible habits;

of cracking my knuckles 

and drinking far too much coffee 

and even more whiskey

and losing myself 

and getting anxious around people

and hating them for it

and being jealous 

and not understanding why I do 

any of these things.

I guess on the bright side, 

I could be a smoker.