Wasted talent, wasted charisma, wasted intelligence, wasted beauty. You drink too much, party too much, sit at the bar too much, fuck too many losers. You've given up, and lost all your friends that gave a shit. Now you pretend that drinking your problems away with other drunks is making you happy. But you're full of shit.

You wake up every morning knowing that you are wasting your life away at that bar, and the only thing that makes you feel any better is more drinking, more attention from losers, more self-destruction.

You are a sad cliche of a "too old to be a drunken waitress" with so little self-esteem. The good news is that I know you will eventually get your shit together, find a drop of self-esteem, and do something amazing. Or not.

Your choice.

—two minutes for wasting