Promises

I hate making promises, I should stop making them, I know it, I've told it to myself a thousand times, yet here I am, in a friday night, wishing I could be in my pijamas, reading, sleeping, or hearing a drunk man saying nosense in a podcast. Or maybe it's not nonsense, but it wouldn't make sense. Or maybe it's me who is not making sense anymore, have I ever made sense, actually?
So here I am, trying to avoid everything I have to do, and the fact that my friend is going to come here in any moment to yell at me because I promised, a week ago, I would go to a party with her, and I'm still not prepared. Another promise that I regret.
So here, I'm going to repair all the broken promises I made to myself, and write all the short stories that I left in the darkness, just for the sake of it.