Not because I didn't want to vent out. It was because I didn't have the energy nor the motivation to vent out. My life is an endless shit hole and I have absolutely nothing good about my day to day routine. Everyday is the same. Get up, wageslave, get back home, get drunk, pass out, repeat. Didn't even have the motivation to vent. Every time I wanted to do it I cried cause I realized I'll never escape from this hell.
