The iced liquor burnt my tongue and all the way down my throat as I swallowed it. I scrunched my nose as I waited for the painful, yet satisfying sensation to slowly dissolve in my stomach.
It was an addiction.
I drink to forget. It made me numb and made me feel at ease. I liked the way I could loosen up and escape the real world and all my problems for a few of hours just by doing this shit.
It was just the beginning of many bad habits.
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bad habits → ethan dolan
FanficSometimes you just have to find a way to distract yourself from the pain of the past.
