Diary of an AA reject

Tomorrow must start my healthy living. I can't do this anymore, the late night ciggs, the evening drinks, the kebab van runs, the catty conversations.

Tomorrow things will change. I meet my therapist and I explain to her my problem: when I am left to my own devices I seem to fall into the wrong thing, and make the wrong decisions, and how I just don't know how to say 'No' when confronted with things I know I shouldn't do.

Tomorrow I go back to my NYC ways: working out, mediation, writing, and forgetting where the bar is...

I wish I had self control and could keep myself grounded.

I am drunk right now. Ok, fine, tipsy.