It has been a while since I have written about my story. What can I say? I fucked up more than three times, but hey I make amends the way I can.

There must be a reason that makes me act the way I do. There is the question I have yet to figure out there is not much to this chapter all I can say is I drank again and now started to heal.

I know what must be done and will be done. All I can do is smile and believe I will get out of the gutter and prosper. Fuck I have no shame in my honesty that is the minimum I can do. I have not used I will tell you that alcohol has just treated me bad.

Why sob and feel sorry for myself it is the same cycle always. Fuck man Grow the fuck up I keep telling myself.