a pint for pleasure, a pint for pain
9:00. parents gone. got Renholder and Dougan cranked up, a couple of guiness' out and a fifth of Smiranoff, half of it already gone, and something occurs to me.
This is sooo fucking unhealthy.
I'm not talking about the merely drinking. I don't have a problem with alcohol, so you can take all your science and jam your colon with it. I am talking about the fact that I am not drinking for pleasure; I am drinking alone, and I am drinking to forget. I am drinking to forget my best friend moved to Colorado. I am drinking to forget that I just kicked out the kid who lives across the street because of something that in retrospect seems incredibly hypocritical. I am drinking to forget the girl who I have been in love with for 10 months are her shining new boyfriend, all of which leaves me totally discarded and betrayed.
And then it hits me. I have a problem.
I'm not talking about my drinking. I'm talking about my obsession.
what the fuck...
This is sooo fucking unhealthy.
I'm not talking about the merely drinking. I don't have a problem with alcohol, so you can take all your science and jam your colon with it. I am talking about the fact that I am not drinking for pleasure; I am drinking alone, and I am drinking to forget. I am drinking to forget my best friend moved to Colorado. I am drinking to forget that I just kicked out the kid who lives across the street because of something that in retrospect seems incredibly hypocritical. I am drinking to forget the girl who I have been in love with for 10 months are her shining new boyfriend, all of which leaves me totally discarded and betrayed.
And then it hits me. I have a problem.
I'm not talking about my drinking. I'm talking about my obsession.
what the fuck...