Unbearable

April 29, 2013

This is unbearable. Nine more minutes.

The clock is not moving. I have to get over this. Mom, Dad, Lorie, Matt, Mark, Griffin,

I do not believe this is a disease. I believe I am weak.

I have to get over this. I am the only one blaming me. Blame, guilt, regret, all of those things will keep me drinking and numb.

Everyday seems more desperate than the one before.

Just don’t. Just don’t. Just don’t.

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