Alcohol, my permanent accessory...
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself
O alcohol, I still drink to your health
it used to make everything sparkle, pretty, now it only means broken bones, embarrasment, bruises and friends who pity you. But this dark hole that I try to fill, I can't, It won't go away. I have been beyond a depression even I want to admit. who understands? Who helps when you are 'anon' but screaming and have cried for no reason for days, nor eaten.
I would love, yet probably wouldn't beleieve or accept a reply right now because i don't deserve it.