I went to bed enraged last night. I wanted to lash out at everything I saw. My nerves were shot. The crowd too much. My children pushing every button till I about blew my top. So I had a choice to make, Xanax or a beer. I chose the one I knew I'd wake from, I chose beer.
        I'm gonna have to replinish it today. I think I'll grab some hard liquor too. I'm afraid that even though I awoke refreshed,  the beast inside is still there just waiting for its due. I used to be able to tame this beast with thoughts of happy things. Wait, what happy things? My life has been nothing but grey skies and doom.
       From early child hood up to today, I've been beaten and abused. My heart stepped on, my soul broken. My mind made lost and confused. So yeah, I think I'll drink tonight. I'll drink to my misery. I'll drink until I do pass out. I need to tame this demon within me, before he fully comes out.