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I have an OCD towards time. Don't tell me "Morning" when on my side of the world it's night time. I'm too fucking tired to remind you that I don't revolve around your time.
Last night I saw a man die. I did not know said man but what happened to him was sad and reversible. Plan a sober ride, don't get caught in a shitstorm. Don't end your friday night at the morgue.
One of my favorite things about hamline confessions is seeing who's a rabid SJW so I can avoid them at all costs.
So I think I've fallen out of love with my long term boyfriend and I think he has with me too. We still tell each other I love you, but do we really? I want to get that love back but is it possible? I fear that resentment is just going to build if we continue like this but I don't think either of us could handle not being together...help!
In 2012 I went to detox for alcohol withdrawals three times. I struggled to stay sober right up until January of 2013, where something finally clicked and I realized I couldn't do it anymore. During the time I was sober I graduated with my two year degree, got accepted into Hamline, started going here, got published in a book, and managed to find a decent job. When I came down to school I was scared and nervous but also incredibly excited. I was planning on staying sober but I don't know if it was all the parties on the weekends, not going to meetings anymore, being on my own for the first time or a combination of all three. I had half a drink a few weekends ago and everything went okay. Then I drank again last weekend and things were still going alright, although I felt guilty because I drank after being sober for more then a year. Also, I did notice that I had started to become crabby and angry.. But things were going well enough up until a few nights ago. I got hammered at night and I did what my alcoholic brain tells me to do the next day - I drank the whole rest of the day. From morning until night. Doing what I've always done so well and digging, digging, digging this disturbing and uncomfortable hole that I've always been so comfortable in. I woke up terribly nervous, depressed and anxious. I made some questionable decisions and I would have continued except something told me to just stop. Deal with it. Don't throw this all away. I've been sober for one day now, which is such a small piece of time compared to over a year, but it's a start and I don't want to go back to that hole again. Today is day one. I'm restarting. Resetting my brain. There is a myriad of worries and thoughts that plague my brain, but I'm so fucking sick of throwing everything away. I'm so fucking sick of making terrible decisions. I'm so fucking sick of hurting my body. I'm done guys and girls - alcohol is something that I can't handle. I don't know why I'm writing this but it feels good to get it out. Maybe someone can relate. Maybe someone will understand. Or maybe this is just for me. I don't know anymore but I do know that every day I'm sober is more beautiful then the last and I'm going to do everything I can to keep from straying from the right path.
Kyle Johnson is the perfect guy.
Yet another question for feminists - Is the idea that consent isn't sexy because that treats it as more special as it is, and thus adds something negative by saying no? I saw that question but realized I didn't quite know how to answer.
All I'm askin for is a little loving to the muffin inside my little oven