[ WP ] Write about your vice .

I laugh, it's 12 midnight, and I'm.. well, I'm drunk. I think the only thing worth giving to the world is my writing. I know of a woman I'll link this to later who will look upon it with both sadness and proud that I'm working again. 
 
 My vice. Ah, well let's see, it started late. I'd you know what, do you want a confession? Here's a confession. I would start at 7pm. Then six. Five. Four It settled at three. I would n't drink until 3pm. A 24 pack of the cheapest beer I could get. By 2am, not to mention the Tylenol PM or the Xanax, I was out. 
 
 And I met a girl. Through a fucking mobile app. Through reddit. Through skype. Through text. Through voice. Through pictures. And she loved me, and I loved showing off for her. And there was the difference. I was the one showing off for her, I felt something, but only when inebriated. 
 
 And we fought, and we separated. I would n't remember things important to her, my post-it notes were n't enough. So, monetary-wise, I was forced to stop drinking. And we reconnected. I was cordial. I was.. generic. I was boring. I hated myself. She was okay with it, she was okay with any of me. I hated it, I hated myself. I had no feeling, no sexual drive towards her, and I hated it. 
 
 We argued. We did nothing but argue. And she left. In all forms. And I begged, I needed her, I still do, I need her in my life. And here I am, back where I was. The alcoholic that I was, and I wonder if I've learned anything from my experience. 
 
 She's guarded. She texts me, but barely Skypes me, I am the alternate of what I was. I drug myself to sleep early, she talks to me when she's high two hours in time difference. She likes the role-reversal. 
 
 And I have n't changed. I'm still the same fuckup I've always been. And she's the same woman she's always been. And I do n't know what to do. 
 
 I do n't know what to do.
