[ WP ] Explain alcoholism as if it was your lover

Fluid rushes down my throat as I feel the warmth of its embrace overtake my body. They could never understand my deep seeded obsession and love for it. The darkness makes me feel comfortable, the bottle keeps my mind submerged in a catatonic state of soon to be forgotten bliss.. 
 
 The fluid loves me unconditionally it does n't care how I performed at work, and it does n't care that I cut myself with a razor blade to release the pain she has caused. I love it because it never judges me. Liquid slowly caressing my body until I slip into the dark coma forgetting my miserable existence for another night. 
 
 Alcohol loves me when I ca n't, and I love it for that.
