I have 6 months sober. My minds back on track. Before this quarantine shit I had my normal job just chippin away at life. It seemed boring but it was nice to wake up without WD's and a lil bit of fear before starting your day. Dont get me wrong; it's still really nice to wake up like that. Ready to do something, make something, be something. I guess I've always wanted to feel this free? It's all I wanted when I was drinkin anyway. Freedom from reality but more importantly freedom from a bottle.

But I'm crawlin back. Actually I'm jumpin head first back into it. No job, no obligations. Nothin but free time to kill. I've always had that itch to feel some fire again and since there's less to fuck up I've decided to cave. Weak, unmotivated, whatever. Lets see where this path takes me cuz the one I'm on is getting overgrown. I'm tired of seeing it on tv, on social media, everywhere all while I'm fuckin sittin here with my dick in my hand waiting for something to happen.

I'd rather do that drunk off bottom shelf, goddamit. I'm back.