Given the number of times I have started and stopped drinking, it seems I really DO hate myself! I get through two, three, four days of withdrawal hell, then start all over again. Stop, start, stop, start, stop, start. I just don't know how to go about dealing with ME (and my wreckage) once I'm sober. Does that make sense?
I didn't buy myself a bottle to have for this morning. Here it is not even 7 a.m., and I'm already suffering the sweats and shakes. How sad is that. Ooof.
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