I swore to god I was going to change, and this is it.

a fucked up love letter to alcohol, part two.

I do not need you anymore.
You can not lure me in with your bittersweet words.
I do not crave you.
You do not bring me any happiness anymore.
I have fallen out of love with you, my old lover.
We will not marry.
You are not my comfort blanket anymore.
You are not worthy enough to be inside of my body.
This is goodbye,
And there will be no next time.