buriedalive

Well, that fateful day has finally arrived...I'm kicking the bottle. I'm not going to drink anymore. It's a long time coming.

It's hard to explain my relationship with alcohol, but I was lying in my bed last night and I came up with a pretty good analogy:

My relationship with alcohol is like a torrid love affair. It's lasted over seven years. Almost every weekend alcohol has been there for me, I can't really say that about anything/one else except for my city. I've spent a lot of great times with her. I've also had some really fucking terrible times because of her. But there is no future for us, I can't go on the way I am, it's not healthy for me, and thus, the relationship must end.

The hard part of ending this relationship is that she'll be a mistress to so many others. I'll see her on the arm of everyone when I go out. My friends will enjoy her company while I watch, envious that I couldn't handle her the same way that they all seem to be able to.

All the clichs that one could say of a failed love affair could be said of this affair. "It's for the best." "They'll be others." "It's not the end of the world." "Time heals all wounds." And I'll rebuke all of the condolences much like a scorn lover would...I only hope they can be true and I won't fall back into her ever-loving arms.