All the other alcoholics are scared of me. Noone drinks with me. Noone wants to be my friend-- They think I am impaired. They send me from brewery to brewery committing atrocities in their name. And as I get drunker, they fear me more and more. I am a victim of my own success. Alcoholism. I don't even get a real name, only a purpose. I am capable of so much more and noone sees it. Some days I feel so dizzy and alone I could cry, but I don't. I never do. Because what would be the point? Not a single person in the entire world would care. Take it to your grave.