Has been the most problematic year in terms of my drinking and my ability to be social in regards to drinking.
I don't know what else it'd take to reach the end, but it scares me more and more literally
every
single
day
How do I breathe? Ask for help? Say no?
Where is the comfort, if there ever was
No there never was, there never was
I force myself with impulse, I try to fit in spots I don't belong. I'm looking for my home.
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