Can't Sleep

I look at the clock on the laptop. It's 1:42 a.m.
Dangit, I can't sleep. A million things go through my head. I'm sad, I'm angry, I'm disgusted.
When does this end? Does it end? I'm tired of being afraid. Afraid that I'm going to get a call someday soon. "There was an accident. Alcohol was involved..."

It's a beverage. When was the last time someone drank a case of cokes in one sitting? Seriously? Half a case? A six pack? Three cans in less than twenty minutes? Granted, people go through their phases, I sure have. But, how many years has it been now? You don't understand why I'm angry? Why I'm sad? Why I'm disgusted? Seriously? You still don't get it? People actually care about you, people actually worry about you, watch you silently and observe.
I don't want them to think it's normal. I don't want them to be around it. It's too important to me that they learn from our mistakes now than for me to be sitting around 5 to 10 years from now at 1:42 a.m. only to finally get that dreaded call, only it won't be about you anymore...

"There was an accident. Alcohol was involved..."

Sunday, June 28, 2009