Chronicles of Drunkania

I broke up with my girlfriend because she doesn't drink. I know I'm an asshole. I just can't be with a sober person. I thought I could get over it but she won't even drink a little bit. I do admire that and becoming a recovering alcoholic and going to her weekly meetings but I just don't have time for sobriety in my life. My liver is one thing I know is going down the shitter in the future. Perhaps when I realize I'm a alcoholic, who am I kidding, or rather come to terms with then maybe we will have a future.

It was mutual. She kind of sensed it. I felt bad taking her to bars but I shouldn't have to sacrifice my fun time with friends for her benefits. She had fun. As much fun as a recovering alcoholic can have at a bar that sells alcohol. I feel like I was a bad influence. It's not like I tied her down and forced the beer down her throat, but the idea sounds kind of good for some s&m. I'm sure she talked about me at her meetings. I laugh at people that drink Zima, she wouldn't even drink Zima! But we are still cool, see.



She told me she only went to the bars because of me. Now that made me feel really bad. A couple of more shots got rid of that thought. And that picture was taken "after" the break up which means she wasn't crying and totally upset that she broke with the drunken stallion. We'll still hang out and like watch a movie or something. She eventually left without us last night. She didn't even say goodbye, I think. I don't remember much, she has my number.



But we had fun. And I not a alcohlic. Forgetting stuff is normal. I realize now that dry heaving blood is not normal but that was one really really bad hangover. Still not an alcoholic though -- is what I keep telling myself. I see how depressed people use drinking as a crutch. It gets your mind off things. I guess subconciously I do it