I Don’t Drink Much Anymore, But I Used To.

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I was really quite a lonely person. Maybe that’s why I drank so much. To forget how lonely I really was.I’d surround myself with unfamiliar faces, meeting people who’d compliment me. And then disappear.A false attempt to cling on to some sort of admiration. All the while still feeling empty on the inside — so I’d drink more.Drink to fill the empty cavern in my chest. Dr

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ink to sedate my broken and damaged soul. Drink to feel alive —only to find myself sitting in a dark corner, licking my wounds, still trying to pick up the pieces,wondering if,in the morning I would wake more damaged than when I first began the maniacal attempt to self medicate.I don’t drink much anymore — but I used to.</article></body>

I would wake more damaged than when I first began the maniacal attempt to self medicate.

I was really quite a lonely person. Maybe that’s why I drank so much. To forget how lonely I really was.

I’d surround myself with unfamiliar faces, meeting people who’d compliment me. And then disappear.

A false attempt to cling on to some sort of admiration. All the while still feeling empty on the inside — so I’d drink more.

Drink to fill the empty cavern in my chest. Drink to sedate my broken and damaged soul. Drink to feel alive —

only to find myself sitting in a dark corner, licking my wounds, still trying to pick up the pieces,

wondering if,

in the morning I would wake more damaged than when I first began the maniacal attempt to self medicate.

I don’t drink much anymore — but I used to.