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Alcohol Does Weird Shit to People
Masking the asshole within is one of them.
One day you can be the life of the party, the next you can be the precise reason the party ends.
The morning after the “party” you couldn’t wait to partake in, is the same party the next morning you crave to escape. The shame, guilt, and embarrassment that comes with the drink, is something that “normies” can’t understand.
Alcohol will draw you to the toxic, all while pushing away those of worth. But who are you to know the difference? The only thing that matters is your next escape.
Today is the day
Last night was so fucking bad. You will never do that shit again! Today is the fucking day! You are going to get your shit straight after the cobwebs, racing heart, and anxiety exits the body. Yea, it was that fucking bad.
Your morning starts, and you are hell bent on this being the time you fucking do this shit. You are done bullshitting around, this is “now, or never!”
Noon hits, and that little demon starts whispering in your ear. Let’s start this shit tomorrow! Just go and take the edge off. Taper off this shit, the anxiety is too much. Tomorrow will be better anyway, because it’s Monday.
