sleepie

A month is great. Time to start again. Switch to water. You'll just make it easier on yourself tomorrow.

DitzyDandelion

Tolerance is way high i dont feel it... Im like 100lb and can drink three bottles n feel fine.

sleepie

If someone is threatening you, also being drunk makes you more vulnerable and you need to be thinking straight, and to protect yourself.

DitzyDandelion

I told Dr two bottles nn he near fell of his chair

DitzyDandelion

Bro lives 2 mins away but wont call him will call police.

DitzyDandelion

Dont want bro in **** for beating ppl

sleepie

It's just up to you how you want to do it... with a worse hangover tomorrow or possible withdrawal, insomnia- all these things often lead to more drinking.

DitzyDandelion

If they show will call police and get it done official

DitzyDandelion

yeh missed my meds three days... on them for severe anxiety and depression

DitzyDandelion

Did u see my poem sleepie?

trachemys

Hey! Not to be abrupt but, where is Cow? I'd really like to hear from her.

You really should take your meds.

sleepie

Well we all know that drinking doesn't help severe depression.

I think I have depression as well. I don't want to fathom how much worse it would be if I were inebriated.

DitzyDandelion

Oh yes! You have tonight, you can be free.
Clasp tight to your prize, your liquid release.
Take this gift of happiness, embrace oblivion.
Dull out the hurt. I offer you peace.

What a fantastic time we will have together.
Don't you feel amazing, don't you want more?
Such an adorable lush you are. Such fun.
Black out the future, drown what came before.

These are the promises.
These are the lies.
These are the reasons.
For haunted red eyes.

This is not freedom. The cage door slams.
Shattered morning. Begging, crying, for release.
Destruction of body, tearing of mind.
Hazy hurting, never a whisper of peace.

Fun spirals into tears, into anger, regret.
Acted a fool. Caused such pain, feel such shame.
Disgusting beast, grasping for more.
Forgetting 'never again' always ends the same

But still she whispers.
Cruel clinging mistress.
She is who I am.
I am hers to posses.

We can share a little time my sweet.
Who are you anyway? without me?
We can dwell together from time to time.
It will be different now. You will see.

Look how everyone is my good friend.
Why should only you miss out?
You were broken then, you are better now.
Live a little and banish doubt.

These are the promises.
These are the lies.
Such pretty stories.
Such deceptive disguise.

Demanding my attention all of the time.
Losing sight of what is her, what is me.
Broken, broke, lost, terrified, alone.
It is never different. Never. Now I see.

A new low revealed every broken dawn.
STOP! STOP! STOP! GET OUT!
You are the one who breaks me.
You are the weaver of self doubt.

But still she whispers.
Still she tries.
Her only power.
Is in her lies.

Truth is in the sweating shaking wreck.
The broken lives and loves, the pain.
The pounding head, the forever lost days.
The wretched self loathing rising again.

Though she still whispers.
I see right through.
You hold no truth.
I am not you.

But still she whispers.
…........

sleepie

She's working Trach. A lot of working.

DitzyDandelion

Have cow on fb she will be back when less hot mess

least

All the meds in the world won't do you any good if you're drinking. Drinking causes anxiety and depression.

DitzyDandelion

ifm i wanted him dead hed be dead i hvae likem 50 big bros

DitzyDandelion

I wont use them. Ever

DitzyDandelion

I go withn block not beat

trachemys

Tell her I said bye.