Alcoholism, drunk, alcohol addiction - blood, sweat and tears. Not a lot of blood but plenty of sweat, maybe some shakes and a lot of pain, heartache and the onset of tears and poverty. That's what it has given me - and it will be a life-long story.
Saturday, 16 June 2012
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Little to say
I've got very little to say at the moment. There's not much to say when you haven't fallen off the horse for a wee while, is there now?
It's nothing to complain about though, and the funny thing is, I quite like being sober, remaining sober and getting out of bed in the morning, having been sober the night before.
I might be wrong but I don't think that I'll ever miss the hang-overs that I had the stupidity to invest so much in before I had the sense to see sense, if you know what I mean.
It's nothing to complain about though, and the funny thing is, I quite like being sober, remaining sober and getting out of bed in the morning, having been sober the night before.
I might be wrong but I don't think that I'll ever miss the hang-overs that I had the stupidity to invest so much in before I had the sense to see sense, if you know what I mean.
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