4 minutes past midnight.

After today I'm going to drink so much my liver explodes upon the sight of any liquid.

Alcoholism, here I come...two for the road. Two to take me home. Two on the way. Two to keep me awake.

And I'm gone.

Blame it on Bright Eyes.

One more day and I'm done. One hour or less, and I'm in hibernation. Waiting for the Spring. Knock on my door kick through my bottles, goodfuckingluck.

and I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff,
cause if I can’t learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
-If Winter Ends

Just lie to me and say...