I’m going to write a very sober entry right now in order to make a point. The drinking doesn’t make me depressed. I was very depressed long before I started drinking. And I am fully aware of the fact that my depression feeds my drinking and my drinking feeds my depression (it’s a vicious cycle, thanks Fat Bastard). The reality is that I don’t care. I hate life whether I am drunk or sober. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.
The cuts are obvious at this point. Time to buy more bracelets.