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Booze.
Liquor.
Turned up.
Drunken revelry.
Good times.
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Good times says who?
Not me.
I have never been a fan of too much booze.
Wine.
Whiskey.
Beer.
Etc.
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For me sometimes even just sip of any one of the above will make me sick.
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And whenever I even try to get turned up I will most likely be throwing up.
And now as I lay in my bed this morning feeling about to throw up I can't believe that the three glasses of white wine I had last night with my fried fish and fried sweet plantains have me feeling so horrible now.
Who does this to themselves almost daily?
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Who could hate themselves so much that they make themselves so sick with the poison that alcohol is daily?
Of course sometimes a body wants to just have fun and a lot of booze which is ok.
Sometimes.
Fine.
I understand the occasionally turn up session.
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But I can't understand putting yourself though a horrible hung over experience daily.
The mere thought of feeling this way mostly every morning is enough to send me and my already sick stomach into the bathroom to vomit.
I want to cry.
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Sorry
But I do.
Who can manage this level of self-inflicted torture?
And why?
I didn't even drink that much last night and I feel like I want to kill myself now.
I am completely baffled by alcoholics.
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Who kills themselves daily?
Poor them because that is crazy.
I know that booze is like an on and off switch for your brain when you drink it
but
why does a person need to shut their brain off daily?
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Don't you want to think?
Oh, frig, I guess not.
Well, more power to you daily heavy drinkers.
You apparently have a death wish which is awesome.
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For you.
But as for me, as I lay here in a tight ball praying that I live to see another day, I can't manage it.
At all.
And still I want cry.
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