Its funny the only i feel anything anymore is in a drunken or drug induced stupor. Its like when im intoxicated i can let out the truth. But the truth hurts no one fucking cares fuck fake people. Im so tired of this all, if my so called friends fall thpurgh on friday i think ill finally do it.
Well I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I’m going home.
Well I’m going home.
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Take it from an ex broken hearted drunk…the only thing you are REALLY feeling when your drunk, is drunk. Booze retards our emotions. Keeps us from living, learning and really loving. As long as you drink, you don’t have a prayer of finding all the good things you’d like to find.
I miss booze so fucking much…but I know if I start drinking I will want to live my life hammered, so that certain song fools me into thinking my emotions are alive. And the memories will seem more important than they really are, which will keep me depressed forever. I hope you learn your lesson sooner than I did…
Good luck my friend. 🙂