I remember getting in an argument with my mother a few miles from home and I guess I chugged down a bottle of mead in a half hour and apparently collapsed in the road. Some stranger brought me home and I climbed into my bedroom window. Merry Christmas to that man. I guess I was trying to do as much damage to myself as I could. I don't remember much, but my wrist hurts I can't breathe well. Seems I got what I deserved for being a piece of shit. I wish I just ODed on that fucking demon Poppy extract