Milk, Milk, Lemonade

" I just want to get sober so please let me drown my self to that fucking drum for 10 seconds... 20 seconds... 40 seconds... and MORE."

After getting drowned for seconds or more, there's another line.  "I'm sorry God I'm drunk. I'm sorry for the emotions God. I'm sorry for these. Please help me move on God. I don't want this feeling."  These words were puking from my mouth.

At least I know I am sober because if I ain't sober, I couldn't write these lines here. I know what I did and it was a mess! I know it's the other side of me...Well, it was not even me! But I just let it out for a while.

What a story. That was a beautiful story. But, as the scriptwriter of this fucking story, I need to end it. And the start of the end is NOW!