I keep rewriting this blog.
I'm sorry I'm a drunk.
No, I'm not all that sorry. Fuck you for judging me for it.
I cracked my first beer at 1:30 today, and am on my way to buy a bottle of scotch to mix with my bottle of Disaronno.
This is what I do.
I have my reasons.
I am just very tired of people giving me shit for how I drink.
"Dany, you drink too much." "Dany, your drunk texts are annoying." "Dany, I've never seen you sober." "Dany, I can't date you because you're always drunk."
I KNOW.
You think I don't know that I'm forever alone because I'm slowly killing myself with alcohol? Hell, that's half the reason why I was dumped by my ex. Do I wish that bothered me? Yes. But it doesn't.
I'm sorry I'm a mess. I'm sorry that I don't care I'm a mess. I'm sorry I'm drunk at 2:31 in the afternoon. I'm sorry that I don't care that I'm drunk at 2:31 in the afternoon.
But hell. If you can't accept that I'm a 23-year-old piece of shit right now, then maybe I'm better off without people.
That's an emo thing to say. Is emo still a thing? Or did that die in 2007? Gerard Way, Bert McCracken? Are you still a thing?
Either way. Judging is easy. Understanding is a lot more difficult.
Maybe you should hug me instead of pointing fingers.
