[ CW ] Show me an alcoholic , without using the word alcohol ( or related words ) .

The kitchen floor, home, I guess I made it. What else did I make? Another pair of soaked jeans, great. A shift and a tilt closer to the warmth of a heating duct reveals a sharp pain from an area that is most certainly the coordinates of my newest injury. I think I'll just lay here for awhile. 
 
 Dreams of glorious jugs of crisp and abundant water take over. I am in my childhood bedroom in the dead of winter feeling alone and thirsty. Visions of dried up sponges in pools of salt scream words of disappointment and shame. 
 
 The kitchen floor is a pool of urine, sweat, and wet denim. Not wanting to open my eyes I reach for my belt to slip my pants off but find that I can slide them off with ease. Man I should eat. When did I eat last? I toss my pants at a chair and they land with a wet slop onto the wooden floor. Fuck, my phone was in there. My mouth is so insanely dry that only a few drops of desperate saliva cling to the warm stench of morning breath. I roll onto the side of my body that is in the most pain, I deserve it. Opening my eyes I see the blurry outline of the refrigerator and decide to give my arms the first work out of the day. At first I seem to be in the clear but as I inch closer to the handle the shaking of my hands becomes noticeably violent. What is this? Dehydration or withdrawal? Suddenly things are not all right in the world and a brief moment of panic accompanies the click of the fridge coming on. Water, glorious water, please be my saving grace. My body is screaming for cold drops. I think about dumping it on my head but the floor is wet enough for one morning. Feeling a bit more awake I decide to give my legs a chance to prove themselves. On my feet and my socks soak in my mixture. I would be disgusted with myself if I was n't feeling so sick. 
 
 Across the room I scavenge my wet pockets and come across my wet phone. Holy fuck it still works. 7:58AM. The sight of this is displeasing. Another hour until I can get rid of this sickness. 
 
 Ughh, here it comes. I'm in the bathroom on my knees. 
 
 *Heeeeeeughhhhh..... heeeeeeeeeeeughhh* 
 
 My eyes swell with tears and my abs crunch inward with retching pain. 
 
 *Heeeeeeeeughhh.... heeeeeeeeeeeughhh* 
 
 My hand slips off the bowl and I plow into the bathroom wall dripping with drool. The contents of the toilet are nothing but a mixture of yellow bile and red blood. Fuck I hate this.
