As alcohol fills my system, I let thoughts fill my mind. The past flashes before my eyes, but I try to ignore it. I can't do it, though. As much as I'd like to drown myself in alcohol and forget everything...I can't. My body burns hot, but not just because of it. The alcohol makes the wicked side of my mind wake up.

I know that I should be careful with words when I'm drunk. And I am. My self control is quite good. Usually I make more mistakes when I'm completely sober. 

Anyway, I managed to escape the second time as well. Just like the first time, I could've screw things up really badly. But I'm glad I stopped at the right time.

Well...enough with this drunk writing. It's not healthy for the heart. For the mind. For my mind. Also, I ran out of ideas for the night.

I love you.

But you had destroyed me.

And now I have to pick myself up from the ground.

But how can I when you're drunk yourself, right next to me?

Let hell break loose, I say.