"If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later."
― Lewis Carroll
Looking ahead and not behind for there is nothing but wreckage in the past… Shipwrecks of relationships and sickness disguised as friendship along with truly broken objects no superglue can fix - salves failing my injuries both real and metaphorical they could not heal. It's genetic right?
Bite your tongue. Bleed down the front of your dress. They likely won't notice. Speechless.
Who would listen to the alcoholic anyway? The black sheep bleats in soft silence.