I officially hit rock bottom.
Everything is a haze of MGD and bad Karaoke. 9 Hours in the cooler will change any man. I don't care how hard you think you are, you'll cry in front of complete strangers.
So where to go from here?
I stopped drinking, cold turkey. I need to focus on more positive things in my life. Like writing, and creating, and making friends, all of which I need to now do sober. No more beer, at all. I can't handle alchohol. It changed me. I am going back to a time in my life when things made sense. When I woke up on a saturday morning and wasn't hung over and in a daze.
When I drink I become an emotional car crash. All over the place with random emotions and thoughts. Mix that with the anti-depressant cocktail I am prescribed and you have a serious disaster waiting to happen.
I finally figured out what was wrong. I have always refused to accept that I am a clynically depressed person. There is nothing wrong with that, as long as I can cope with the depression and try and make something good come of it.
No more drunken mondays.
No more throwing up on the street.
No more fights, or close calls.
No more beer belly.
At least out of all of this I have a card in my pocket with a girls number on it. The real question now is do I call her?
Everything is a haze of MGD and bad Karaoke. 9 Hours in the cooler will change any man. I don't care how hard you think you are, you'll cry in front of complete strangers.
So where to go from here?
I stopped drinking, cold turkey. I need to focus on more positive things in my life. Like writing, and creating, and making friends, all of which I need to now do sober. No more beer, at all. I can't handle alchohol. It changed me. I am going back to a time in my life when things made sense. When I woke up on a saturday morning and wasn't hung over and in a daze.
When I drink I become an emotional car crash. All over the place with random emotions and thoughts. Mix that with the anti-depressant cocktail I am prescribed and you have a serious disaster waiting to happen.
I finally figured out what was wrong. I have always refused to accept that I am a clynically depressed person. There is nothing wrong with that, as long as I can cope with the depression and try and make something good come of it.
No more drunken mondays.
No more throwing up on the street.
No more fights, or close calls.
No more beer belly.
At least out of all of this I have a card in my pocket with a girls number on it. The real question now is do I call her?