I’m lonely. And I think I’m becoming an alcoholic.
Girl, 27 years old (in a week).
I just need someone to talk to. Not about some news or where is the best place to get your nails done. I want to talk about something that really matters.
About goals and fears. About success and failures. About beauty and misery. About nature. About stress. About love and hate. About depth of human soul.
When I feel need in this kind of conversation, I grab a bottle of wine and go home, watch some movies. Cause I can’t find anyone who is interested in sharing some personal stuff.
It happens more and more often, and now I drink two or three bottles of wine per week.
And I don’t want to be an alcoholic…
I don’t want to be lonely…