december 10th, 2007

but why does my drinking have to be tragic? i mean, im not lonely. I'm not angry, or drinking to fill some void. Maybe I am an alcoholic, but it doesn't mean I'm sad. Or if I am sad, at least my sadness isn't going to ruin the world. Why do we always try to find some sort of sympathy for these unsympathetic habits? Maybe being seen as a sorry creature is what led to this in the first place. Maybe I'm a victim of nothing more that low expectations.