Day 45 I did it. Last night, after that long-ass rambling I wrote, I broke into my mom’s booze stash. I know this is the one thing I swore I’d never do, but I couldn’t help myself. I just had to numb myself to all the shit going on in my head. Imagining the happy place doesn’t work for me anymore because thinking happy thoughts just pisses me off. I can’t relate to that shit!
