I’m only myself when I’m drunk. I hate that.

Maybe it’s the trauma growing up.

Maybe it’s the bullshit repetitive nature of work, adulting, sleep.

Maybe it’s the fact that the hunger games is kind of reality.

When I’m lit, I don’t put up a mask. I feel warm. I feel like myself, and I hate that it takes poison for me to become this version.

Very conflicting. Please don’t give me no bullshit “don’t drink” advice, this is my 2nd time drinking the past 5 months.

Just wanted to vent a bit