It totally ****** me up.
Not only life,
Drama,
Boyfriends, and
Friends...
But alcohol.
For the longest time,
I refused to admit that I had a problem.
Life for me just...
Plummeted.
I felt alone.
Nobody was my friend.
I had seen too much death.
I watched them get arrested.
Problems became worse.
I was left for dead.
What other choice did I have?
I couldn't just commit suicide.
I'm too good for that...
Cutting?
Eww...
I don't like blood.
Especially not mine!
Drugs?
Too expensive.
Besides,
I don't want to fry my brain!
I'm too smart for that!
Alcohol?
No, I...
It's...
Why not?
Why not drink?
I can get my hands on some for free...
Why not?


Bottle number 1.
I tingle.
I lose sense of reality.
I don't remember anything.
It tastes so awful.

Bottle number 2.
I can't feel anything.
Reality and life continue to slip away.
My memory weakens even further!
It's starting to taste better.

Bottle number 3.
Holy crap...
My vision blurs,
And my language slurs.
I'm where I want to be...

One day goes by.
I kind of want another bottle...
Two days go by.
I'm kind of thirsty...
Got any alcohol?
Just a drop will do...
One week.
I
Want
Some
Now.
One month.
I can't stand it anymore.
Where's the bottle?