October 27th
Well, I've really done it now.
As I lay on the living room floor, surrounded by empty beer bottles, I feel like I've transported back to my partying days in college. I'm college Chase now; the boy who was curious about how much alcohol he could consume in one night and only cared about what party would be the best to attend.
I promised myself I would never get hammered again, but I long broke that vow, as I continued to drown myself in gin and let myself sink knee deep in whiskey.
Band-aids and molding casts could fix outside scars, but only drinking could numb the sadness that you left with your absence. There was this searing emptiness inside me, reminding me of the amazing woman I lost.
Worst part of it all is that now there's really no one to save me from this dark side like you did before.
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