Feeling ill. Drank the bottle of gin, felt a little better!! Is this how I am to die?? A lonely drunk?? Im so young yet feel ive lived a hundred years. I get sick through the drinking but I also get well with it too. It takes me down to the depths of terrible trenches and also lifts me on padded wings unto bunches of angels. It shows me horror and at the same time gives me love. It strips my spirit, but grants me hope. It is my coffin and also my crib of lullabies. I love it much more than I hate it.
Drunk all day today, and in the evening until I passed out.
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