The small hours
I hate booze and I miss it so much. I feel almost as bad as during the time of my worst break-up ever...a break-up which, incidentally, consolidated my love affair with the bottle. What a devilish circle, what a rotten hamster wheel!
I'm not going to pick it up, but honestly - right now i really would like to savour that honey from hell. Two days ago I was feeling great, it's probably insomnia that led me here. Wish someone would knock me out by hitting me in head with a book full of future possibilities. I guess it's an excellent opportunity to embrace the concept of tragic joy. Because in all my distress I am actually happy - happy that the fog has drifted 8 days away.
I know you are all fighting your own special battle, I am thinking of you. Hope you keep taking steps forward.