Feeling like a giant piece dog turds.
Today I wrote an F you letter to booze. I thought for sure I was going to get fired for my actions at this new job. I still might and I'm worried freaking sick.
Basically, I got a new job, then faked a family problem to stay at home and drink very early into it. Dodge a bunch of calls and now I feel ******* sick about it.
Why did I do that? What was the point? Then I spent all weekend getting wasted so much that I started feeling sick even drinking a bit.
But Sunday night I poured out fresh beers I bought and decided that it's over and I want to be better. Booze has done nothing but hurt me for too long.
I want to be better. I will be better.