I don't know what's so soothing about the intoxicating taste of liquor, but it seems to be the only thing that washes away the pain.
For a few hours at least till it all comes rushing back and worse than before.
Alcohol became my rebound
Which is the thing That makes me feel slightly good again.
The thing that distracts me.
The thing that I convince myself how much I love.
Which then becomes the thing that makes me feel bad and fake for trying to involve myself in something I'm not ready for just to take advantage of its tenderness and just to remind myself of what I used to have.
Trying to scam myself.
It's the thing that winds up reminding me of how irresponsible I am and why I lost the most important things in my life in the first place.
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Grief
Short StoryA road of agony, misery ,lost hope and a road to get out of it You'll just have to read and see
