I stared at the bottle.
3 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 14 hours... 35 minutes.
That was when I had my last drink.
I wasn't so stupid as to think I'd broken the addiction, I was pretty sure that I'd never truly do that, I'd just learn to avoid it.
Nor did I think I deserved a drink, that I'd somehow earned it.
But right now, at this point... I needed to just not feel... Anything.
I reached out a trembling hand, and accidently knocked it off to the floor.
I sighed, shaking my head as I got a broom.
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