secretface

I stayed in bed and read tonight. Most of the time it was OK. Sometimes I craved alcohol and imagined opportunities to drink.

I realised that I've come to treat cups of alcohol the way I treat cups of tea or coffee. It's wrong that I've treated alcohol like tea or coffee.

I'm a "drunk", a "wino", a "lush". That saddens me that I've done that to my brain. You always think that things that happen to others can't happen to you.