I've been waking up drunk for a while, in a blur. This isn't a plea for sympathy, just an observation; The people who've stuck by me really have taught me a lot. Gay, straight, trans, detrans, male, female. None of that matters. Friends are friends. Honesty is what matters.
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I get the drunk thing. I’m not ready to admit I have a problem, even as I consume every night and my sleeping is basically nonexistent after 1:30 in the morning. Soon enough, I tell myself. Maybe tomorrow.
