Happykoko

I don’t think anyone in my immediate circle has realized it yet that I’ve drinking consistently with a few days of intervals for the past three years or so. I wouldn’t say that I’m an abject alcoholic but I knew something was wrong about a year ago when I was looking to buy something to quench my thirst at a local 7-11 store and I took at a couple of San Mig lights to get my fix (it was an afternoon).  Since then, I have been into lala limbo every other day or so. So this week, I had a resolve to stop drinking alcohol completely but not right after downing a medium-sized bottle of GSM Blue and evidently knocking myself out of my socks for the last time, ofcourse.

It might be a while before I taste you again my old friend *sob

So far it has been seven days and counting. Not that I’ll completely stop myself from drinking. But I guess, it would be wise (as advised by my liver), to reduce the frequency from a M-W-F scheme into a more manageable 2x a month ruckus.

I know for a fact that I have been drinking because I wanted to numb the pain that I have been feeling for the past few years or so (not related to a single event mind you) but I realized that somehow I have to put my foot down. I’m turning 29 this year, I don’t want to get into my 3rd decade of my life brain dead. Being autistic is bollocks enough.