Last night. I went out. I didn’t even think about it. Just got myself ready in silence and went to my regular bar.
Why? I don’t know. Nothing happened, just a normal day? I don’t understand it at all.
I kept telling myself that I’ve been sober for so many days now, so you clearly don’t have a problem.
As soon as I opened the door I felt at home. My friends rushed to say hi and immediately bought shots and drinks. And when they asked me were I’ve been, I just said “well I wanted to be sober for a while just to see if I could”.
That’s not true?? I don’t know why I kept saying that?? And they praised me and said that we had to celebrate this. With more drinks?
The bar closes at 02.00
So I said to myself that I should go home. Just go home. Go home go home.
But no, I was already, drunkenly, on my way in to a taxi with my friends. Afterparty. WHY???
We stopped, bought some drugs.
Went on driving to my neighbors house.
I COULD SEE MY APARTMENT. Maybe 40 seconds walk for me to GO HOME.
Did I? Yes. Was it straight away? Absolutely not
So here I am. Not remembering anything after 06.00, in my bed. Not being able to move because of how incredibly hungover I am.
And my friend just texted me “wanna go out for drinks, on me”.
Why do I have to fight this with every fiber??
I can’t even answer the fucking phone without wanting to throw up. I readjusted my legs and the whole room started to spin.
But when she said drinks, I immediately started to think about what I should wear. Not in a self absorbed way, but I drink so damn much that I have to have pants that stretches otherwise I have to keep them unbuttoned.
So I feel like a failure, fraud and a complete idiot. So damn disappointed in myself. Mad and disgusted. And with these feelings spinning around in my body, my brain is telling me to just drink.