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synapticjava ([personal profile] synapticjava) wrote2009-02-09 02:39 am

Old vices die hard...

Two six packs and a bottle of Jack Daniels later, and I'm hoping I will be able to sleep tonight.  I have to work tomorrow, so hopefully it won't be too bad.  Thank god for Ibuprofen. 

I'm dealing.  Probably not in the healthiest of ways, but in the best way I know how.  This just seems different.  Harder.  One day, I'm getting married, and the next I'm throwing everything I can that reminds me of him and us into a black hefty bag.  I think it makes it even worse this time because I'm more isolated...more "alone" now.  I really only have a few close friends, none of whom are especially available.  Anyway, the point is, this sucks.  I haven't called my mom yet.  She'll be pissed I didn't tell her right away, but it's one of those things where - how can I bother her with my life when hers just is so terrible? 

Sounds about right, though, huh?  One little issue blending into another into another?

Well, now that I've got a little buzz going I think I'm going to use it for sleep.  I'm only praying I won't have anymore nightmares.  That would be kinda nice.  Some kinda relief would be good.

[identity profile] pretties-4u.livejournal.com 2009-02-09 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Might as well just get liquored up, guy...
Why not?
Sometimes that's good medicine.

Time heals all wounds - nice cliche, but, true - JD numbs the ache and soothes the spirit while you wait for the time healing part. :D

[identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
lol. Good points, all of them.
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[personal profile] tabaqui 2009-02-09 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
*hugs*

Just try and breathe, man. Breathe, go about your day, push it aside. Let yourself deal in the unconscious way we all deal until your conscious can handle it.