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What Happens When You Are Addicted to Self-Destruction?
Well, what do you think asshole? It won’t end well.
I’m in my groove! I am drinking! It takes the edge off and, everything flows better, even my relationship where I was cheated, lied to and punched in the nuts! Anything is better with alcohol! It deadens the reality of what life is really about, destruction!
Take my hand and come with me.
It’s not pretty, I know. I’m a fucking mess, right? I know, I know. I went back to an abusive asshole. She used me again, you’re so right, but I don’t care. Do you know what I really think about myself? That’s right! You are so right! I think I am a complete piece of shit! I mean, I don’t think I think that, but how else would I think with the way I treat myself?
Are you paying attention ass wipe?
BUT wait! Every morning I get up with a new plan and agenda that normally fails by 8am. What? Fuck you! I know it’s early! I get up at 3am asshole! All successful people get up early, don’t you know that? I didn’t think you did.
Are you still with me?
It gets worse
Good thing you are hanging around, it’s about to get REAL! You know that “authenticity” everyone talks about? Yea, that…
