it's almost funny, the things you think you can find at the bottom of a bottle when all you've found so far is a bit of heartbreak and a heck of a headache which seemed like it would be worth it when you were tipping back those forties, but now you feel a bit silly and a lot of pain in the general region of your head which maintains a steady beat of something horrid, but at least you can keep up with your pulse. the thing is, you don't even remember why you insisted on drink those godforsaken drinks, but maybe that was the point, this physical pain perhaps manifested and dulled the forgotten emotional one, but that seemed unlikely, because drinking lead to liver failure and liver failure lead to death and honestly, death seemed like a reasonable option at the moment, it always seemed like a reasonable option and maybe that's why you got drunk, to forget all this depressed crap and maybe have fun for once without being a drag, but you can't help it, or you don't think you can, you can't be sure.
