Our problems have more to do with me, and less to do with alcohol, so I don’t really see what a goodbye letter would accomplish.
I have always been uncomfortable and afraid to drink because I never knew when the switch was going to switch. That’s not alcohol's fault. It’s mine for not doing something about it when I first noticed it, and for being afraid to not drink.
Plus, Alcohol didn't make me drink so why -- ?
Plus, I totally disagree that an addiction is like a mistress: “…you were always there for me throughout the good times and the bad, you were my comfort, my peace, my joy, you were there for me when I was lonely, blah blah blah” but so is a glass of milk.
Me.
Plus, Alcohol didn't make me drink so why -- ?
Plus, I totally disagree that an addiction is like a mistress: “…you were always there for me throughout the good times and the bad, you were my comfort, my peace, my joy, you were there for me when I was lonely, blah blah blah” but so is a glass of milk.
Plus, I would never “break-up” with it. I enjoy it. I've never even been mad at it. I guess I've been upset with it from time to time, but, to its credit, it always redeemed itself by promising me a better next time.
Plus, alcohol didn't do anything it wasn't supposed to. I wanted it to get me drunk. I should send a thank you letter. I’m not “breaking-up” with it because it did what I wanted, that's crazy, I'm breaking up because I can’t seem to keep pace with it.
Plus, alcohol didn't do anything it wasn't supposed to. I wanted it to get me drunk. I should send a thank you letter. I’m not “breaking-up” with it because it did what I wanted, that's crazy, I'm breaking up because I can’t seem to keep pace with it.
This is about about me.
I've spent countless hours secretly tracking it. I always knew exactly where it was, who it was with, where it was going to be, and I magically wound up in the same room with it every time.
It’s so easy to say yes to you that it hurt to say no.
I would love to blame you, but it’s not you, it’s me. No, seriously, it really isn't you, it’s me. Seriously, I’m not giving you a line, it’s not you. I’ve caught on to my own game. I have the tools now to know that you are who we thought you were; neither good nor bad. But, I have been, up until this very second, who I never grew up wanting to be: weak and prideful and stubborn and egotistical.
And stupid.
I relied on you for things. Witty one-liners, confidence that I was unsure about, to hide some of the insecurities I didn't want anyone to see, as barriers between certain people - I won’t list them because the list is pretty long. So how about this-
To whom it may concern,
Thank you, but I no longer need you to stand in front of me.
No hard feelings right?
I've spent countless hours secretly tracking it. I always knew exactly where it was, who it was with, where it was going to be, and I magically wound up in the same room with it every time.
It’s so easy to say yes to you that it hurt to say no.
I would love to blame you, but it’s not you, it’s me. No, seriously, it really isn't you, it’s me. Seriously, I’m not giving you a line, it’s not you. I’ve caught on to my own game. I have the tools now to know that you are who we thought you were; neither good nor bad. But, I have been, up until this very second, who I never grew up wanting to be: weak and prideful and stubborn and egotistical.
And stupid.
I relied on you for things. Witty one-liners, confidence that I was unsure about, to hide some of the insecurities I didn't want anyone to see, as barriers between certain people - I won’t list them because the list is pretty long. So how about this-
To whom it may concern,
Thank you, but I no longer need you to stand in front of me.
No hard feelings right?
Me.
