I cannot be serious. Seriously. I can’t. I keep trying and it never works, I just can’t BE serious. I can fully appreciate serious and situations that are… I can understand it, hold it, feel it, express it in other ways, I just cannot *be…have* nor verbally reply seriously unless I really fight to accomplish such. Felt the need to see it in words. Carry on then.
I am not stupid. I am not shallow. I’m not unfeeling nor simple, clueless, ridiculous, uneducated, uncultured or ignorant. I’m just me. Which is a bit more than a bit much to take for some.
~Alcohol.~ Some can completely lose who they are, as they consuming it, it consumes them. I drink. I love my beer. It does not rule me. It’s like I said when I was using… ‘They’re (we’re) already dead. They just don’t know …it yet. Walking zombies, waiting to cease to exist. Deadening the pain while killing themselves.’
