I don’t know how many times I’ve gone to rehab or anything like that I’m just sitting here waiting to go back feeling terrible

I can’t drink I can’t not drink I can’t sit anywhere between them and it’s very fucking uncomfortable

I guess if you can keep going back over again not really over it’s not really over until you can’t go back

“you aint nowhere til you cant pay your own way back” — J. Garcia, “cats under the stars”