Greedy little wine drinker…
I’ve been chugging 2 bottles of red every night for 10+ years and how I’ve been functioning is completely beyond me… I know I’ll end up killing myself if I don’t stop, it’s impossible for my body to keep working while I throw that at it.
I’m going to kick it, I don’t need it, I don’t want it… I’ve justified it for years because I’m a ‘good’ drunk (which is rubbish because actually I loathe myself every morning for doing it) and because I drink at home and not in bars… And so nobody really realises how much I’m putting away.
I’m a happy little water dog… I don’t need that awful stuff to be me.