September 16th, 2005
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No comfort
For the longest time I thought it was just a word, and that it didn’t really mean anything. But it’s a truthful thing, as real as war, cancer, and racism. I have a serious problem with alcohol abuse. It occasionally brings me to the brink of destroying relationships. I tell myself that I should really stop, but nothing changes. It’s probably one of the reasons I don’t like myself and hate looking in the mirror. I’m not a child anymore, I’m just a lousy person in a lot of respects.
I don’t know what to do.
