It's 12:32 PM here and my roommate is so blitzed that he can barely stand up. He came home about an hour and a half ago, grabbed a shower, and packed up his laundry for the laundromat. He left again just a few minutes ago and couldn't even walk in a straight line, and it was even worse as he tried to walk with a duffel of dirty laundry tossed over his shoulder.
In all honesty, I cannot understand the desire nor the need to be so drunk. And I find it odd that he is so afraid of being alone, yet he spends a vast amount of his time all by himself drinking and being drunk.
It's like a very slow suicide.
In all honesty, I cannot understand the desire nor the need to be so drunk. And I find it odd that he is so afraid of being alone, yet he spends a vast amount of his time all by himself drinking and being drunk.
It's like a very slow suicide.


