I’m guzzling down soda water as if it’s gonna fill me up with helium and float me off to EvertheNever Land.
I’m in the beginning process of trying to stop drinking booze.
I don’t normally tell people what my plan is;whether it’s to lose five pounds, to spend 100 bucks a month on clothing instead of 300 or to be a better person.
I just do it.
For I find intimidation in revealing an attempt.
As if vulnerablity is my own failure.
But this time around,
I don’t really care.
Which is kind of bad.
I don’t really think my heart is in it.
It musn’t be.
a’guzzlin I shall go.