It's almost 5:00 a.m. here in California, and I've been up for at least three hours, unable to sleep.
Got drunk as hell last night; passed out at my mom's; drove home STILL drunk, and I have to go to work today.
I don't know what happened. I was doing so well (3 days).
Still very suicidal and am convinced this weekend I'm buying a gun because the next time I "fall", I'm done.
I am not going to beat this because I love the liquor too much. Without it, life isn't worth living and I'm tired of trying to pretend it is. My mother is going to be so upset, but I can't live for her either.
Peace to you all.
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