'' Why do you do it?'' I said. '' Why do you drink so much you can barely walk?''
'' Because , It Hurts Less.''
''What Does?''
''REALITY''
In that moment I understood her. I understood the only way for her to live is to feel half dead. the only way she'll get out bed is if its with the promise that she wont have to face the world alone. she would rather have the demons drinking creates by her side then no one. In that moment I didn't pity her anymore I envied her. i wanted nothing more then to grab the bottle and take a sip, but i didn't , i helped her up, put her in bed and left the room.
Were All The In The Same Boat , Just Different Rivers .
Battling The Same War Just With Different Demons .
