I see we're on to number three of my vices.
The three musketeers.
Alcohol
Now I hated alcohol. I don't want to become another drunk like my mother but boy the rush it gives me. The confidence I gain.
Alcohol let's me become the person I want to be.
I don't care about who's around me, I don't care as to how I look. I just care about the rush through my vains, the wind on my skin and the soft touch of you on my lips.
A drink is a friend. A companion, a reliable source except they will stab you in the back in the morning.
I hate it but I love it just like I hate you and love you.
Alcohol allows me to rid my self of my anxiety and depression, the scars instantly heal and I become...me.
