Zero Alcohol.
Didn't eat all day. Too sick. My chest felt like it was hosting a thunderstorm inside it and I am beginning to hate the after effects of heavy drinking. Its cruel and im being nasty to myself. If I did the things I do to myself to other people Id be labelled a pariah, an evil piece of work. I really do put myself, body and soul, through hell. Almost beyond all point of human endurance. Should I choose to carry on living this way something is bound to break. One can only stretch a soul so far, one can only bloat the flesh so far until they both burst like fetid boils and stain the floors forever.
I must be careful dipping my toes into pools of addiction because whirlpools suck you in. And once you are caught in the eye of such ferocious waters it is nigh on impossible to return to the surface unscarred. Iron crusted waves leave permenant bruises. I learnt this early in my toxic career.
Friday, 31 July 2009
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