Day 8
So I found somethign last night I wanted to chare today, something important to me. For a few days over christmas I kept a journal, I was drinking probably the most i ever have then, and I was very drunk when I wrote what i'm about to post. To me it is an important reminder of where I'm coming from, the issues I have and the reason i never want to go back to that place so here we are, a blast from the past on day 8:
December 25th, 2010.
So I've finally given in to writing all this down, even though i knwo she'll read it. I dunno why, maybe I hope some day it'll help me figure things out. So I'm drunk. Is that a suprise? I don't enjoy it, haven't for a while, but this has been my mission. i didn't feel happy today, Christmas... I couldn't tell [my boyfriend] even. Maybe thats when I know things are goign wrong so I'm drunk and it's boring, want something harder. Don't want to be a pothead. Want to be a smackhead, crackhead, cokehead. I hate this. Earlier I felt good, music you see - but I'm not playing music I'm drinking I'm going the wrong way, perhaps that explains it. For all that I could do anything I'd rather do this. I get the same pride from playing a new riff as I do from uni. So what can I do? leave? no hopes, can't go - no dreams. I've come to admire someone I hate, maybe thats the cause of this.
December 27th 2010.
Can't let myself read over whats been said. had a conversation with [my boyfriend] today, f*cks me off with his 'I'm an alkie' boasting bullsh*t. He fell into it, I want this. How f*cked is that? I'd do heroin every day for a month even if I hated it just to lose myself. I'm not an alcoholic though, I can stop. But I won't. How many people have been that determiend to do something so wrong? Even if he hacks me off sometimes though, still miss him. Love, sex, pain, confusion, suffering.
December 28th 2010.
Need to sort my f*cking life out. Woke up feeling fine, the longer I was sober the sicker I felt. Was it a hangover? somethign worse? I had a dream last night I was pregnant and I didn't know what to do coz that meant I couldn't get pissed. Bad huh? Maybe I focus too much on this sh*t. Maybe I'm fine?
December 30th, 2010.
Big Day tomorrow. End of the year and i can't help but feel I'm back where I started. How do I say to the man I love I'm scared if the party because I don't know if I can stop. I wonder whether maybe I'll be old before my time. Maybe I'll just sleep.
So, thats my past. Thats why I'm here now. Thats why I'm not going back.
xIC
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