abuse · addiction · drinking · drunk · ghetto

Temporary Buzz


The rush I feel just going to the place I know will have you. Its something that makes me feel good, knowing that once its in my system I can set myself free from my problems, my situations, people, places and things. I know once I take that sip I can set my mind free. I began to feel excitement, and joy, I began to feel more socially accepted. It turns into a thing where I can just do whatever comes to mind. But its a temporary buzz. Something that last for a couple of hours then next thing its a blank. My memory isnt all there, I do not know the words coming out of my mouth, careless thinking. Why is it so easy to become addicted to a substance that will have you forget what you did that night or day or even hour. Why do I over indulge in the drink to feel something, so many other things to make me feel better but yet, its so easy to run to the bottle.

Slowly sipping my pain away until I feel numb for a few hours. Of course when you have someone to drink with its even better! this drinking has become something like a hobby something to do. It went from drinking occasionally,to sometimes, to wanting to do it every night. I use to find someone to drink with me so I didnt feel like a lush, I use to bring the bottles to the party so we can all get “Turned up” well turning up for me didnt always go well. I can remember the time I trusted someone to the point where I blacked out from drinking and woke up with a man on top of me claiming I wanted him, I recall saying no and going in and out of being aware of what was actually taking place until I literally pushed the person off of me and said leave me alone! Leave me alone I came here to have a good time and socialize not to be taking advantage of while under the influence. Trauma and Addiction goes hand and hand. You drink to forget! You drink to not allow those thoughts to creep up in your mind of the times where you were used and abused more than once and for what? who knows but the reality of it is the feeling you get from drinking to forget your problems or troubles are only last for a couple of hours and before you know you, your too drunk to stand up

For me I began to either feel sick or sleepy and then wake up the next day looking at photos or either messages that were sent to people Im afraid to have a good conversation with so I decide to send drunk text messages, see what I didnt realize was even when I was drinking I still seek attention I still call out for help to someone to save me from myself. NO self control and then either feeling sick or forgetting what happened so what benefits do I really get from drinking. None, I wake up disappointed I allow myself to fall into temptation of grabbing the bottle, I allowed myself to over do it and throw up or either pass out and call my friends and say what happened last night. So with that being said its sad its a problem it is fixable over time but still I yearn for the bottle to help me find my peace.

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Director


Can you take it off and place it there, start slow I promise not to stare. Can you take it off and let your words be tight dance a little slow its just me and you tonight. Can you take it off and let your eyes wonder all over my mind and body tickle me with your words and place it on top of your clothes. Hide the camera and Hide the phones where the tv over there under the clothes. I didnt come here to listen to you talk I wanted you to pretend to walk on my mind but its just a thought. In reality your watching me, watch you and got me to thinking. I forgot that this is just relating to someone who actually been in this position turn around , are you listening. take it off and place it over there. I am in the mirror playing with my piano. the keys on my body got me feeling fine. The drink in my hand is making me feel nice. I am relaxed now all of my thoughts are silent wait a minute now wheres the vodka? I need more liquor in my cup why does it seem like this life of yours suck. NO its just someone pretending to listen and pretending to care go get your underwear they are over there. Did you cum for fun name one thing I said all night this isnt the life for me something isnt right. I am watching the movie of a girl who is just lost in something that actually traumatized her o wait sit down and go low with me I have to hide under the bed just sit back and see. Who is this knocking its just me and you. See why you need to stop this other people are coming through, but your not suppose to know whats going on remember you had the vodka and its on, its on. Im so stuck what the heck do I do God get me out of this so I can turn to you. God your the director and the author of my life all of the stuff I am talking about is just something that aint right. God you got me dont ya I said I will stop , why am I thinking about this with a drink in my hand is that just the liquor talking. NOw I have to pretend to like this trash all for what a wet …… nothing ever last

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Motherless


She was there! but she wasnt really there. She was going through Post Traumatic Stress and we endure a lot of the back lash from it. She was there but she wasnt there. She would leave for hours at a time. Come back and fuss, ” who came inside the house?” lie as a child so you do not get a beating. the neighbor didnt come in but I am going to say he did. Why ? because at some point before I was born, he really did come in and hurt a sibling> But I didnt get hurt by a neighbor. I got hurt by family and so did she, that is why she was an alcoholic. My mother was there wasnt she. Is the pain she felt why she yelled at us. Did she blame us for her loneliness. Why was she there but not really, talking to herself looking out of the window. Drawing things that didn’t make sense in my mind. My mother was there wasn’t she. Until we got took away from her and sent to live with grandma. ” she is lost” grandma said mommy is hurting. Is that why she put us out. is that why she pushed us away> what did we do, I saw my step pop push you down the steps. My mother was there wasnt she, but not really. I saw him choke you, I saw him throw you against the wall. I saw things being thrown and broke. I heard you say stop! I heard him say no! but my mom was there. I saw yall smile the next day while we went food shopping and clothing shopping. I saw her talk to herself when you werent there. My mother was there wasnt she…