Hi, Undies) Hope everyone's having a good sober Saturday.
I feel low, but, it's getting somewhat usual to me. Nothing new.
I've just made some grocery shopping - water, veggies, eggs for breakfast. There was a queue at the cashier, and the man before me was buying some instant noodles and wine. Where I live they don't sell any alcohol after 9 p.m. till 11 a.m (even non-alco beer, since it contains some tiny amount of alcohol), and it was just about ten minutes past 9, so he was late. My, he was freaking out. I could so distinctly read this despair on his face that he's just lost his "best friend" for the evening. His runaway from reality, his joy of life. I understand him so well - I just remember how about a year ago I once missed the time and had to leave the wine at the cashier.
So great I broke from this prison and gained my freedom.
Though I seem to break just from one cell in my inner prison, and there are endless walls to put down on my way to real freedom.
My best wishes to all.
Have a great weekend)