The days that have gone are nothing more than a blur, but with this bottle in my hand i think that i have found a cure. A cure for the problems before and for the problems to come. But there is a pain that no drink can cure, no pill can ease. For that pain is an empty heart, the kind when you begin to lose feelings for everything that is at hand and of anything that could be in the future. But to confuse the mind and with the thought of happiness there is always another bottle to help me through.Yet when all regrets from the bottle wear off there is still a pain that is causing you to question yourself about loneliness. Even with everyone around you are still lonely and yurning for someone to rescue you from the emptiness of your heart as it begins to eat away at your soul. so day after day you begin to look to the bottle as a friend that is there for advice, a friend that would be there to bring you happiness but yet you are still there alone. Once the bottle begins to take control you begin to pull away from everyone and everything until you have nothing left. Until you find a friend that is willing to stand by you and support you in all that you do and in all that you want to become. Someone who is willing to be a shoulder for you to cry on, or to be the one that is there to help you up when ever you fall. When the trust is there and you are unwilling to believe that you even begin to try to pull away from them as well, you try to shut them out .
