Stopped smoking damn cigars!! My chest feels tight as a rubber band. I wont be healthy enough to go to Ireland on Saturday. A few friends and myself had a good drunken time planned over there but ive done too much damage to myself, mentally and physically, to even try going.
Got drunk. Of course when the daggers of toxicity rain onto my skull im fine and dandy to be travelling anywhere. But when the raw bands of sobriety finally sting my head and stomach, they hold me trapped and brought back to earth.
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