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My body, mind, and pockets can't handle the way I've been drinking. I wish the doctor would just give me some painkillers and I could call it a day. It's four am and my skull is pounding like a jackhammer. I woke up wishing I'd never wake up.

I've made so many promises to myself that I'd never drink again, for lots of reasons. I've made them over and over again for years now, and it's just retarded that I'm hurting myself like this.

I'm starting to put on weight from not being able to exercise, and I can't stand being in my own body or looking at myself in the mirror.

Dark fucking times, but I'm sure I'll figure out what to do eventually.