I quit
Another old bottle was found that was sitting in my backpack today. Another one I found in my room from who knows when and I forgot to dump it before they found it. So there goes any privliges right.
I quit. I go to AA, I stay sober...they find a bottle and its not like I could attest it and have them listen. They dont even try anymore. So much for always beingthere right? I'm doing great...so much for support. I know the rule is If they find another bottle they're going to put me in some institution or professional help and keep me from living any kind of life. Well...fine then. Do it...all you're going to be doing is screwing me up worse. Thanks so much for the good jobs and the support. I'm clean. Belive it or not.
But fuck you if you cant trust me.
I doubt ani will read this...but if not carrie or casteen or someone else will pass the word and somehow I'll get in trouble for this one too. I dont care anymore really kids. I'm going numb here to alot of things.
Whats my folks being pissed off at me again anyway. I fuck up...pick a fight..ask the wrong questin or whatever twice a week and I'm supposedly yelling at them all the time already. If I just play along and lose whats left of the emotions I can feel right now and lose the last bit of fight in me for a battle I couldnt win even though I'm in the right at least they'll feel better about themselves and feel like responsible parents.
Within this little sob story of teenage angst and an empty bottle of tequilla rose lies the answer to the question that everyone asks themselves...whats the point?
For that lame ass christian reading group they call AA one great line came out of it that just seems appropriate in so many ways.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the same results.
I.E. I quit.
I quit. I go to AA, I stay sober...they find a bottle and its not like I could attest it and have them listen. They dont even try anymore. So much for always beingthere right? I'm doing great...so much for support. I know the rule is If they find another bottle they're going to put me in some institution or professional help and keep me from living any kind of life. Well...fine then. Do it...all you're going to be doing is screwing me up worse. Thanks so much for the good jobs and the support. I'm clean. Belive it or not.
But fuck you if you cant trust me.
I doubt ani will read this...but if not carrie or casteen or someone else will pass the word and somehow I'll get in trouble for this one too. I dont care anymore really kids. I'm going numb here to alot of things.
Whats my folks being pissed off at me again anyway. I fuck up...pick a fight..ask the wrong questin or whatever twice a week and I'm supposedly yelling at them all the time already. If I just play along and lose whats left of the emotions I can feel right now and lose the last bit of fight in me for a battle I couldnt win even though I'm in the right at least they'll feel better about themselves and feel like responsible parents.
Within this little sob story of teenage angst and an empty bottle of tequilla rose lies the answer to the question that everyone asks themselves...whats the point?
For that lame ass christian reading group they call AA one great line came out of it that just seems appropriate in so many ways.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the same results.
I.E. I quit.