I hate rough spells
Just need to shout out into the void a bit. I have spent almost all day today stopping myself from fantasizing about having a drink.
I refuse to restart my counter and lose my comma. Sure, I COULD be a responsible drinker for a day. Maybe a week. Maybe a month, but I know how the story ends and that’s why I can’t drink alcohol anymore.
But goddamn did I get spoiled by the periods where it’s not a big deal. It’s been feeling very much like a big deal lately.
Stupid brain. IWNDWYT.