Hell

Last night was awful. "The One" poured all the liquor down the sink after two drinks turned into a massive freak-out on my part. He said "I will never drink with again. Ever.". Ever is a long time, especially when you are my age. Especially when the liquor included most of a decent bottle of cold Vodka. Struggling not to feel bitter, but I have a raging headache, heartache, soulache, Grand Canyon tearing through me, and its tough. I feel so pathetic this morning. I had all of like 4 and a half shots and then this. I hate my meds, my illness, myself.