It's been three weeks and I have only taken in 3 sips of beer. I am feeling like it is all foggy and now I am confident that the fogginess will lift from my head. The clouds of doubt will clear and the sun shine of lucid thoughts will come back. I hope it does not take long for the process to get better for me.
Candy and beer will forever be part of the equation but I am not sure if this will be a part of what I am going to achieve. The utter domination of the world. It is a shame though that right as of this very moment my head is filled with nothing that I can claim as a proud product of my imagination. There is none. The thoughts in my head are only filled with beer, clouds and then more beer.
OCD.
My brain is actually straining hard that it is throbbing. It's a place holder. A holder of what could've been if I had just stopped myself from stopping myself from drinking. It is a scam I tell you. I scammed myself! Dagnammit. I sold myself the lie that life will get better without beer. Because beer is not good for you. I said that to myself. I've said that to myself, many a times.
I'm peaking right now. From withdrawals. The beer withdrawal is real people. I mean it. It is going to destroy the world. The one that is close to you.
Place marker.
This is a reminder to myself in a few years to tell me that I have made a mistake. The beer mistake of 2022. I am calling it. The disaster of the decade. The separation of the sane from the insane. The cage is being patrolled by the insane while the sane are in straight jackets.
It is a place marker.
I will leave this here.
I will have no fear
I will drink no beer
I will drop my tear
Fuck it. You caught me. Red handed with my hand in the door sill with the door jammed.
It sucks being sober.
