It was three days after being sober but I fell off the wagon again it’s like Groundhog Day but you know it’s your own damn fault this is a disease that I’m hopefully trying to control I keep telling myself tomorrow tomorrow never begins somewhere in somehow we end up at the store buying more alcohol until after I drink it I feel guilty I’m going to stop even if it kills me I promise you that I don’t want to drink get tired of it matter fact I’m starting to hate it and myself
