And I’m on the way to the local bar again, where I’ll spend countless hours drinking and socializing with people I’ll never see again. I’m stuck in my head again. I can’t free myself again. I drank myself stupid last night and somehow managed to drive myself home again. I sit here lonely wondering if anything will ever change again. I’ll force myself to eat because I’ve lost so much weight again. I’ll sit in my car and smoke weed just to be able to sleep again.
Again.. again.. again..
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I was standing in your shoes a while ago. It really sucks. I’m sorry you are in this head space. I got out 9f it by forcing myself to make sober connections. List all my companionship for a long time. But I made a couple friends. Then a couple more. Gosh that really sounds like a shitty existance. I guess I don’t have any real advice except don’t drive wasted. Take a cab.
I don’t want to make more connections with people who will remember me past their drinking limit. It’s easier that way.
Perhaps friends that have Alzheimers?
I’ll just buy a dog. They don’t talk back.
ooo yes, good choice and they are so cute