Drink in her hand and I don't mean tea.

I think the thing about drinking alcohol is that despite however much my head tells me to go straight edge and quit the booze and the drugs, I just fucking love not being in control for once. Not having to be the mediator, or the one in charge of anything. Just being able to forget and dance the night away, even if it ends on the edge of destruction.. I just don't care. My self-preservation is non-existent these days. I'm fully aware that the actions I'm taking might be damaging me but that's sort of why I take them. I don't really care what happens to me.

Read Winnie The Pooh books, form patterns like the Piccadilly line resembling that of a noose and try not to eat. Those three rules. Those. Three. Rules.