Hello sp,
Two days ago I did something horrible, something awful, terrible if you will. I got drunk. Now, that might not seem that bad in and off itself, so let me elaborate: it wasn’t at a bar. It wasn’t with friends. It wasn’t even on my own like I often do. No, it was in a restaurant. With my family. The drunkest I have ever been. Blackout drunk. Throwing up drunk. Unable to walk drunk. All off the wine they bought for themselves. My mum had to help me walk home, that much I remember. I don’t remember what happened after we got home, but apparently I threw up. A lot. My mum had to get me up the stairs, out of my clothes, into my pajamas and into my bed. I have been avoiding my parents ever since. Sigh, they deserved a better daughter. I often avoid them. I hope they both leave the house for long enough today to give me the chance to steal some Percocet, maybe some benzos as well. I need to get a refill on my own benzos too, I might call the doctor today.
Cheers
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Love is sometimes holding someone’s hair so they don’t drown in the toilet.