I was not of a clear mind when I wrote this. I hope and believe I can move on from this. I am so scared. How can I do this; stop drinking to cover up my pain?
Here is what I wrote:
God I love getting drunk early in the night…helps me open to a place I never would have. If I die young I am ok with that. Who knows what will bring after that. I don’t know if I even want to know. Times might seem easier if I did know. Perhaps that is the reason I don’t know…I am not ready to die yet.
Who am I and what am I? What does God want from me? Anything?