Anhedonic

Musings of anhedonia.

"As I write this post, knowing that it will never be read..."

Why do we only say what we truly mean when we’re drunk? It’s a good indicator of the shit you have bottled up. Feelings I thought I did have surface. Names. Feelings. Relations. 

Only in insobriety do I make poor decisions and say stupid things. Decisions that normally would not stand. But the same thing goes for everyone.

I’ll move on, forget about it until I’m drunk.

I said I wouldn’t text him but I did. I always do when I’m drunk. Maybe losing my phone last night would not have been so bad?

Drunk: I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIm

Revision: I realize now that companionship could be one of the furthest things that I want. When I’m drunk, I guess I act more like my age.