all messed up & now I live on the internet watching depressing vids on YouTube. Being attached to a breathing machine doesn’t allow me to read & journal the way I used to do. This is no good & I’m to young to be living this way.
Without the booze I don’t know when its time for bed. I can’t take care of myself. I’m a burden. I’m sleepy,but is it time for bed? I made a mess in the bathroom & will surely be cussed for it. I couldn’t help it. I am still sick & weak. I still crave an ice cold beer,but sleep seems much more tempting.