priceless memories of lost identities
Whisky whispers and Vodka dreams.........
I need to go to sleep or find something good to do other then sit and think about how uneventful my life is. I hate alcohol. I really, really do. The thought of it makes me want to punch someone because of all the stupid shit it brang into my life and took out of it as well. But at the moment I want nothing more then to curl up with a bottle of anything and just get wasted beyond repair. The best part would be to pass out and sleep till my brain can no longer function without it. But of course there is not one drop of alcohol to drink in this damn house which is an ultimate suprise. But don't take this as a good sign this just means that my mom drank it all and didn't get more yet. Which she will given the proper chance. Not like she needs it at the moment, she is in a bar drinking as we speak. And no I am not just assuming this, I know for a fact. I would pay for someone to come over and just feed me alcohol at the moment. But of course no one will. By the time someone reads this ( if anyone even does) it will be to late for that.....