“Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget”

Yesterday I spent my last $15 on a book titled Blackout. Today I collected change around my house until I had conjured up enough money to buy deli meat, sliced bread and condiments. I tore through my sandwich as I let my eyes devour Sarah Hepola’s writing.

I finished the book and now I don’t know what to do with myself. I commend Sarah (and all of the other creative lil shits) for being capable of turning inner turmoil into fucking masterpieces. A life goal: profiting off of my misery. Good lord.

I got nothin’ else to say, really. Sorry.

2 thoughts on ““Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget””

  1. I have read that book too! I saw your comment on another page and came to your blog which I ended up going through more of. I too can relate to you and I know that feeling of “…sorry about that.” hahaha. I had and a very hard time dealing with the wreckage I caused and facing the life I was born into. I look forward to experienceing your journey should this continue. Sober today?

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    1. The first time I read that book I was in rehab for the 2nd or 3rd time I believe and I dunno why I had this undeniable urge to read it again the other day lmao. But Lordy RIGHT. I’m not tryna be relatable. I’m glad ur here to witness my bullshit. And yessss, sober today. Sober tomorrow. Just reluctantly sober lately.

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