Got home late last night; I pretended I didn’t know what I was doing, pretended to forget when I grabbed the bottle. Pretended I was punishing myself for that first drink, then the second….Pretended it was my way of saying I still have control, I could stop. Pretended it was already too late after 1/2 the bottle was gone. Pretended I didn’t want to stop. Pretended that I deserved it.
Wish I could pretend I didn’t have this fucking headache this morning. Pretend I didn’t feel like shit.