Anything remotely stressful leaves you with the thought of "I need a drink."
You only say clever or honest things when you're hungover.
The taste of orange juice and coca-cola carry a phantom aftertaste of liquor.
******* forget about *****. Can't do it anymore. Drank too much of that **** when you were younger. Just the smell of it makes you gag.
Life only seems worth living if you're a few drinks in.
Three beers later, and suddenly every song is about you.
Sometimes, it's preferable to sleep in your car.
Certain words and phrases haunt you for reasons that you can't explain or  don't remember.
You wonder whether or not your friends even actually like you,
or know you.
Goals seem like fancy unobtainable things that you'll never fully commit to going after.
The end of your poems ****.