Here's the thing, I'm drinking to get rid of the alcohol. Maybe because I feel a little sad, but right now, I could sleep it off.

Now, I feel so much how alcohol weakens me. Turning my head feels like a chore. But I'm not numb. And I miss you. I miss hearing your voice. I'm a little tired of typing. I want to hear my voice. And yours, especially. I miss you. And I'm sorry.

I miss you. I'm sorry. 

I miss you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please come back. I should've kept my mouth shut. I don't want to lose a friend. I was nipping the bud before it could bloom because I already know. I should've kept it in. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I acted last time. I'm sorry. I'm really so sorry.

I'm sorry to everyone. My exes. The friends I've lost. My family. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

And I know. Apologies come with change. I'm working on it.