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i have completely lost control.
i know that i don't have the self-confidence to stop drinking.
i do need to chill the fuck out though.
if i don't i am going to end up either in the hospital, jail, or a grave.
that sounds really dramatic but it is undeniably true.
it's definatly a bad sign when you wake to a note from a stranger that says their name, phone number and
"I helped you home last night!
Please call me and let me know you are ok."
my entire apartment is littered with cigarettes, whip its cartidges, balloons, empty and half full bottles and cans of beer, empty bottles of pills, multiple peoples clothing, unwashed dishes half of which are collecting mold at this point, unreturned videos from blockbuster, bags of trash that should have been taken out weeks ago, noise violation notes from the leasing office, wataburger wrappers, half empty containers of picante sauce, tickets for minor in possesion, and anything else that could possibly make me seem like a complete fuck up.
i know that i don't have the self-confidence to stop drinking.
i do need to chill the fuck out though.
if i don't i am going to end up either in the hospital, jail, or a grave.
that sounds really dramatic but it is undeniably true.
it's definatly a bad sign when you wake to a note from a stranger that says their name, phone number and
"I helped you home last night!
Please call me and let me know you are ok."
my entire apartment is littered with cigarettes, whip its cartidges, balloons, empty and half full bottles and cans of beer, empty bottles of pills, multiple peoples clothing, unwashed dishes half of which are collecting mold at this point, unreturned videos from blockbuster, bags of trash that should have been taken out weeks ago, noise violation notes from the leasing office, wataburger wrappers, half empty containers of picante sauce, tickets for minor in possesion, and anything else that could possibly make me seem like a complete fuck up.