Love? No. I prefer Vodka

So, I am an alcoholic. I'm completely fine with that and If you're not, then who the fxck asked you? I welcome the pounding headache, no memories from last night, the vomiting, even the looks of disgust. Wanna know why? Because I would take all that over the heartache, constant crying, depression, and looks and stares of pitty that love brings you any day. I've watched some of the strongest people crumble and waste away into nothing at the hands of it. I find peace in my bottle of vodka or jack Daniels (I'm not picky) then in the arms of a man. Sue Me. It's how I handle my problems, stress and it makes me forget the terrible of excuse of a life I have, Temporarily. Sure love makes you forget things, wraps you in a blanket of safety, feeds you what you wanna hear and makes you happy. But with alcohol, at least I know what I'm getting into. So, no love for this girl, although if you wanna have a drink, it's on me. When love comes knocking on my door, I shut it, but with all the alcohol in my system I can't keep it closed for very long.