Dream my life away

Of course I am depressed, I dream my life away so that it gets better, but can simply never get as good.
That picture is of when I started to drink. I mean really drink.

Before going out, before going to sleep, a whole cup, a few cups. Did it all.

I stopped when I realise it was becoming a serious problem, threw away all my glasses, and for what?

To go back to my sad face and be alone, without even a glass to keep me company.

Today was a good day.

Photo by Helmut Newton