Gerador de Voz AI rudo por Fish Audio

Always comes the glass. Then the ice. Then the gin always cold, cold. It pours. Always comes the glass, the pint, the tumbler, always comes the gin, the vodka, the clears. The night flows on, always down, always pouring.

Now, don't you go looking at me like that. This here jug ain't water, it's fermented marrow. Keeps the joints loose when the frost bites hard enough to snap a finger. I got plenty more where that came from, if you're willing to trade. Stay hydrated, stay hated.

Every morning it's the same old routine, you know? You just stare at the ceiling for a bit before the reality hits. But I need that cash for that shiny gadget I saw online. So, here I am, pushing through another shift because honestly, what else am I gonna do?

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

Hey dear, you know, sometimes the hardest paths lead to the best views. It's not always easy, life never is, but you have to keep moving forward. I've seen things change so much over the years, and well, that's just how the world works.

Yvette, Please… just try to see where I’m coming from. What do you expect me to do when my life is falling apart? My bank is messed up, I’m going broke by the day, and I’m doing everything I can just to hold it together.

Everything's falling apart lately. Can't trust the system anymore, nothing works right. People keep saying it'll get better, but I don't see it. We're all just trying to get by, day after day.

I watch the light fade across the floorboards, tracing paths I’ve walked for decades. There’s a weight to the silence here, a heavy collection of moments I let slip away. I suppose some stories are meant to stay quiet, echoing only within these four walls until the very end.