Life
It's 3:30 am. I'm sitting on the couch thinking. My dogs are off schedule and keep looking at me like I'm crazy. They know we should all be in bed.
My drinking is a problem. I have so much going through my head. I always pretend to have it all together but in reality I don't. I don't have a life outside of this apartment because of drinking. My face book friends think the world of me. They're proud of me for following my heart and exploring life. They don't have a clue.
I pretend on here to be strong. I'm sure you all see right through it. Truth is I am weak. I'm broken and need fixed. I'm scared to "get fixed". What if life is just as empty as it is with alcohol?
What is the point of this post? I don't know. I'm hurting, scared and want to get better but I'm scared to get better.