My dad thinks I've an alcohol problem. I'm starting to think so too.

How many times can you say to yourself "I'm not that kind of person" before you realise you are exactly that kind of person?

I don't know what I've been doing the past week. I've lapsed into the nonsense of last year but in a so much more irresponsible way. I tried to make myself feel better by doing something, and then something worse, and then something even worse and so on. I can't seem to stop this vicious cycle.

And the worst part is, I am unaffected.