I Understand Why People Get Wasted

I finally understand why people get wasted when they are sad. Life is too hard, I finally got to the point in my life where I need a drink. I drink every now and then, but I never thought to drown my sorrows in a bottle. I never needed it to feel anything. Plus, I do not like the feeling of being hungover, but these past few years have progressively gotten worse. Nothing is working out and every time I try to get out of a situation it gets worse. Or another problem comes into its place before I even gather myself together. It is annoying, there is a simple joy in getting a little drunk. I do not know what sensation other people get out of it, but I like the light buzzing floating feeling I get when I am tipsy. I do not like being full-on drunk, but tipsy is fine. It happens to be the activity that helps me smile and laugh. I never thought I would feel that way. I am not addicted to it, it’s a choice I make every other week. It’s way more enjoyable than I thought. I always judged my friends beforehand. I would wonder what would make them need a drink, I am glad I found the answer. It's hell out here. I always knew life was hell, I was optimistic to my own detriment. The rose-colored glasses are off and I will be drinking a bit more to cope.

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