How to start this. Like, super dramatic, or just whatever.

I don’t know.

Well anyway, point is, I drank last night.

4 beers.

It’s starting to be less, when I do.

But I still shouldn’t.

It mixes with my meds and gives me a really bad chemically induced stomach ache the next morning. It’s like mighty powerful stomach pain.

I puked it up a little. I puked up some of my misery.

That’s all I wanted to say. I puked up some of my misery.

Cool, huh? That you can just do that.

Wrote a ton of cool poems last night.

I’m acting out less. Less erratic. Is this stability?

I think this blog is supposed to feel like home. My house is supposed to feel like I home. I have a home, but I don’t feel home in it, and it’s my psychology and perception that are the problem, not the places.

That’s my new theory.

Thanks for reading.

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