How to start this. Like, super dramatic, or just whatever.
I don’t know.
Well anyway, point is, I drank last night.
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.