I watched my daddy kill himself with pain pills and alcohol

I watched my daddy kill himself with pain pills and alcohol and didn’t do anything to stop it…. because I was addicted too.

Since we broke up

Since we broke up the kitchen counter has been used to prepare booze far more often than it’s been used to prepare an actual meal.

I asked to go to rehab for drugs and alcohol..

I asked to go to rehab for drugs and alcohol.. because I thought it was better than telling them that I might be losing my mind… The only difference – now… I KNOW I am

I drink too much. But I like it.

I drink too much. But I like it.

I only cry when I’m drunk

I only cry when I’m drunk…. I’m terrified this is the only time I feel emotions. but I’m more scared of not feeling anything, which is why I still drink.

I hide my bottles of vodka under my daughters bed

I hide my bottles of vodka under my daughters bed P.S. your daughter always knew    

Sometimes when you’re drunk you scare the shit out of me…

Sometimes when you’re drunk you scare the shit out of me… but the fact that I think I’m in LOVE with you scares me more than anything you could say or do….    

My mommy loves her bottle more than me

My mommy loves her bottle more than me