Sunday, August 28, 2011

I'm sorry guys. I'm really really sorry.

Stupidly drank the free bottle of Jim Beam my mother had received from a co-worker and went mental last night. Being alone in a new state + general frustration and overall anxiety .... I flipped my lid. I cried hysterically. (The tears flowed as freely as Irene flooded the East Coast.) I said stupid things to people I love. Then I cried in my moms shoulder this morning, told her whiskey = northampton and depression, and I swore it off. After I said "I should just throw it out," she had a better idea - pour it down the drain. So I did.

My mom reminded me... I'm not alone anymore.

Karyn down in Florida = sober.

On the path to real happiness.

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