I quit. I'm done. No more. Not now. Tonight was the last night, and now I'm done. No more. I've f*cked up so many relationships it's not funny anymore. It's no fun anymore. No fair anymore.

So, it's about 3-4 months ago people *thought* I quit, but honestly, except for this last month, I don't remember a day I was sober. So I got honest, and they got pissed. So I had a choice, good buddies or a bottle.

So, I figured I'd post this by here, so I'll have written proof that yes, I did agree to this, even though I should've chosen to at some point of sobriety rather than where I'm at now. Too bad.

So here I go again..