Where to start....
Erm, the yellow text. Yep, need to start at the yellow text. What possessed you to write in yellow on white?
well heres my question why does being drunk feel so good like if your intouchable or something like you can say what ever you what and not even care it makes you so numb like all your worries are so small and all your living for is the moment?
Where to start....
Erm, the yellow text. Yep, need to start at the yellow text. What possessed you to write in yellow on white?
Because your drinking away pain, and you enjoy the "numb" feeling it provides you at that time, but why do it?
You talk of love on your other thread, so do you not "love yourself", there is a hidden pain that takes you to writing?
CW
Do we not realise that in order to find a soul
It doesn't happen over night
if truth were to be told.
Like everything in life that's hard to achieve
you must believe!
Well Alcohol is a drug isn't it?
It distorts reality, who doesn't want that sometimes?
"You know the way a poem sometimes makes an absurd connectionThat's himLyrically professing his affection...""Never humour a fool for he will think he is a wise man"
It is a drug and it can lower your inhibitions. But if you want to know how fun and witty it makes people, try staying sober while your friends drink.
I dont think it does? Maybe i'm weird.
Alcohol is a depressant. Yeah, maybe you start by feeling invincible, but then fall out of a window and die. Obviously i'm being extreme and moderation is the key. Are we talking about extreme drinking or just the tipsy stages?
“As you regonise that you already own the wholeness you seek, and no one outside you can give you more than you already are, dysfunctional situations will evaporate like bad dreams exposed to the morning sun.”
Alcohol does make you rush into things a little more head on....
For example, your friend gets a glass smashed in his face... Normally you'd think about what to do, but being drunk the next thing you know your sat on their chest punching them in the face.
It's a terrible, aggressive drug, it's really remarkable that we see Alcohol as morally fine, and complain about the degenerate use of ecstacy, which results in people smiling and telling each other how much they love them.
I much prefer stopping at the tipsy stages...after that I get fed up of being drunk and not being able to control myself properly
"You know the way a poem sometimes makes an absurd connectionThat's himLyrically professing his affection...""Never humour a fool for he will think he is a wise man"
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