Alcohol… a drink, an addiction, a depressant, a problem? A good night? A guaranteed hangover? An inability to drink in moderation? A method of losing all your inhibitions? At some point in my life it’s been all of the above. Tonight it was a lovely vanilla spiced rum and pepsi max. 

Tomorrow it’s why did I drink? Why did I not stop? Why do I repeat these mistakes? Why when I know what it does to me? The answer evades me every time. 😐 

Tonight, I stopped. I wasn’t comfortable in the environment so I left. Gold star for me! 🌟🌟🌟

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