livingoutloud

Last night I said the worst possible thing, at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way.
Last night I was a tool.

I have to quit drinking so much.
I have to quit drinking with people who make me want to scream and throw punches. I have to quit coming home in fits.

I'm going into hiding for a while. I'm going to pick up some extra hours at work, spend a few nights alone. It'll be good for me to be alone again.