I don’t eat and I don’t sleep. I drink. The bottom of a bottle is the only way I can get through the endless days and nights. It’s the only thing that keeps my mind from going back to a happier time; a time that’s filled with such wonderful memories that they’re too painful to recall. It’s too hard to sit and reflect on all I’ve lost, what I’ve given up for this life, only to be left with the monster I’ve become.