blahman8000
Bluelighter
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- Dec 3, 2009
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I'm 24 years old. I used to abuse drugs, but now I drink constantly. I now drink just so I can feel alive and so I can feel like it's worth getting out of bed. When I manage to get out of bed (at times it takes a while because I always feel horrible when I wake up), I simply try to stomach another two shots of cheap vodka, which makes me willing to get out of bed.
I almost never eat. I didn't eat a morsel of food yesterday. I don't think I ate the day before, either. This morning I woke up, took like 5 shots within 15 minutes, and felt willing to eat two pieces of Texas Toast. Eventually I went back to bed. Then I woke up and began drinking again.
I was unhappy before I started drinking, which is why I began. But now I'm at a whole new level. I don't understand how it's possible to feel this horrible all the time. I don't want to be a depressing person. I know that I'm being a little bitch about it and I should just grow some balls and get better. But it feels impossible. It's almost as if I don't want to.
I want to be able to just live a sober life. I really think that would be great. But at the same time, I think I've given up. For some reason, there's this powerful subconscious part of me that makes me want to destroy myself. I do not think I'm going to live for very much longer. I've been thinking that I wish there was a way I could be literally forced to sober up, that there was a way that I am given no choice. But I live with my parents and I just can't have them knowing about this. I can't. I don't know what to do.
I acknowledge that I am weak and that this is pathetic. I just don't know how much longer I can go forcing myself to eat some small snack every couple days and passing out every few hours, just to force myself out of bed. I can barely keep my head up as I type this. I'm probably going to go lay down and fall back asleep after I finish, because I drank again. It is pathetic.
I almost never eat. I didn't eat a morsel of food yesterday. I don't think I ate the day before, either. This morning I woke up, took like 5 shots within 15 minutes, and felt willing to eat two pieces of Texas Toast. Eventually I went back to bed. Then I woke up and began drinking again.
I was unhappy before I started drinking, which is why I began. But now I'm at a whole new level. I don't understand how it's possible to feel this horrible all the time. I don't want to be a depressing person. I know that I'm being a little bitch about it and I should just grow some balls and get better. But it feels impossible. It's almost as if I don't want to.
I want to be able to just live a sober life. I really think that would be great. But at the same time, I think I've given up. For some reason, there's this powerful subconscious part of me that makes me want to destroy myself. I do not think I'm going to live for very much longer. I've been thinking that I wish there was a way I could be literally forced to sober up, that there was a way that I am given no choice. But I live with my parents and I just can't have them knowing about this. I can't. I don't know what to do.
I acknowledge that I am weak and that this is pathetic. I just don't know how much longer I can go forcing myself to eat some small snack every couple days and passing out every few hours, just to force myself out of bed. I can barely keep my head up as I type this. I'm probably going to go lay down and fall back asleep after I finish, because I drank again. It is pathetic.
