Katie Morgan Why Must You Tempt Me?
After watching the movie....I want to know you. Then again, I already "know" you and no one ever knows anyone so whatever. Rock and roll right? It's an adventure right? Getting drunk was a good idea. Getting high was a good idea. Getting everything was a good idea. It's a good thing I chose Jack a couple of nights ago.
The rest of the bottle will be gone by the end of the night. I am stumbling around bumping into sides of walls and I love it. I have made myself an alcoholic. Tonight I decided that I like being drunk. I really like being drunk. My sub-conscience is loving this distraction from reality. Distraction from everything that "sobers" my mind. Shit, it hits me about fifteen times a day. My everything is better when I am drunk. I don't care that I throw up in front of women and I don't care that I suck at life. I know it is a depressive, and I never feel really good when I am drunk, but I do feel at least a little complete. I can feel something with me when I sleep. It is like the weed...At least since you left. God, everything I say seems so far away. Like it is lost in some form of the darkest part of my soul...some form of consciousness that I don't understand. I'm going to bite the inside of my lip 'till it bleeds, then I am going to drink more. That might make me feel something.
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The rest of the bottle will be gone by the end of the night. I am stumbling around bumping into sides of walls and I love it. I have made myself an alcoholic. Tonight I decided that I like being drunk. I really like being drunk. My sub-conscience is loving this distraction from reality. Distraction from everything that "sobers" my mind. Shit, it hits me about fifteen times a day. My everything is better when I am drunk. I don't care that I throw up in front of women and I don't care that I suck at life. I know it is a depressive, and I never feel really good when I am drunk, but I do feel at least a little complete. I can feel something with me when I sleep. It is like the weed...At least since you left. God, everything I say seems so far away. Like it is lost in some form of the darkest part of my soul...some form of consciousness that I don't understand. I'm going to bite the inside of my lip 'till it bleeds, then I am going to drink more. That might make me feel something.
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