round and round in circles we go

I want a drink.

I want a drink really bad.

But I can't trust myself with a drink right now. I know better.

I always tell myself I won't, but the pattern stays the same. I drink. I feel happy and light and strong and normal.

Then my happy, light, strong, normal self tells me that it's ok to eat something.

So I eat something.

And I feel great.

I'm totally ok that I'm eating something. Even though I promised myself I wouldn't. Because that's what normal people do. They eat things.

Then I sober up.

Crazy people don't know they're crazy.

There is something wrong with me. I know that.

So obviously I'm fine.

Right?