On Saturday night, I relapsed. There's no complicated reason. I'm a alcoholic. I wanted to get drunk, so I did. I also nearly killed myself. So now here I am, two days sober, and trying to pick up the pieces. I don't know how I feel right now. Numb and lost come to mind but that's not all there is to it. I fucked up, I paid the price, still paying the price actually, this hangover is horrible. I would have been coming up on 5 months of sobriety on the 28th. Now it will be two weeks. Shit happens as they say. Some things never change I guess.