Alcoholic Thoughts

When pain becomes realer than joy, it’s time to walk away. Sometimes it’s easier said than done for us masochistic individuals. One ounce of loneliness and one ounce of fear, mixed in a glass three-quarters-full of low self-esteem, and you’ve got yourself one hell of a cocktail. I used to be drunk with your presence; now I’m drunk with your absence.

Cheers.