c mon tit délir! Laure alias caramel mou.

Last week was difficult, no sleep, craving sugar and feeling regular pangs of cravings for my vino at the end of the day. And on my sixth day, I folded, gave in, caved, and I spun downwards for three days. It was not a test of my new not drinking life, it was the slipping away of awareness of how bad alcohol makes me feel. The reward has been; reading a boo.

Paroles You Are Not Alone par Michael. Un autre jour est allé Je suis toujours. Un autre jour est allé. Je suis toujours tout seul. Et laisser mon monde si froid.

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