From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.
Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.
I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.
The scariest thing about
recovering is not knowing
what the next morning will bring
because one day you can
feel like you’re on top of the world
like you don’t have to suffer
the way you did any longer
but on other days you will wake up
and look at yourself in the mirror
trying to come to terms with reality
and you can’t face the tragedy
standing before you because
you don’t want to see the look
in your eyes that says
‘I’m getting bad again’
because it only feels worse from there.