Somebody That I Used to Know

There's a problem with getting drunk. Other than the hangover, which isn't even bad today. Apparently, if you get to the right stage of drunkenness, and all the other ingredients are present, you reach a level of inhibition that allows (or maybe forces) you to think about the things you don't let yourself think about. It hurts and it's really scary, and hopefully you have someone there who's having the same experience there with you. It's hard to watch someone you love crumble. To see their face as they relive their worst moments. But I think now that it's better to talk about those things while loaded and crying than not at all. No one knows what the fuck they're doing. I'm making all of this up as I go along. I'm just happy I have someone who understands.