Drowning

This week has been horrible, heart-rending, mind-bending.
It's been awhile since I used, but I would be lying if I said anything but: there's nothing I long for more in this world right now than a fat sack, a pack, and a fifth. No go, though. I'm not quite that stupid and self-loathing.
Happier days lie ahead. They just must.
I fucking hate the holidays.