Hate Being Sober Lyrics Novels & Stories

About the Sunday morning window and because I wanted to and the kitchen table and six words and the ring and the October hillside and the hospital chair and the eleven hours and the forty three second video at two in the morning and all of it. Every step. Every difficult mile. Every moment that had cost something real. I looked at the small frowning person in my arms. At the most important sound I had ever heard arriving in a room and announcing itself without a word. And I thought that I would walk that road again. Every single painful step of it. The bankruptcy. The wall. The two years of careful distance. The Vivienne and the fraud and the civil suit and Sloane and all of it. Every piece

Somewhere outside, traffic moves through the city below my apartment windows while my coffee machine hums quietly from the kitchen. I stand up and get ready for work more quickly than usual, like I'm after something I can't see. My mind keeps going back and forth between two things I don't want to think about. One is the office, the other is that comment from K. I don’t like the fact that both are sitting in the same space in my head. “Not today,” I say to myself as I grab my bag after dressing and leave home. I really shouldn't be thinking about that insult anymore.

One day you will hit rock bottom I never hit it, I was born there don't remember me never existed stuck in this head full of pure sick hate. I bring my pain always full of rage hurting for the things I only wish I had til my bloody hands are wrapped around another's neck is this going mad? they'll never understand, not this time, not ever, not until I complete them. I look at them from my distant world of fear & despair, where only I can survive. they're so weak, sick and strangely tempting. I feel my hands call my name,

The water had accumulated on the road from the morning rain, and the SUV's tires had kicked it up, drenching Sara. Sara's eyes widened in anger as she felt the cold water seep into her clothes. She let out a string of abusive words, her voice echoing through the morning air. "Seriously? The SUV sped past her, sending a wave of water splashing over her; Sara's anger boiled over. "Are you fucking blind, you rich bastard?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the morning air. "Can't you see people? Fucking dog!" As soon as the words left her lips, the SUV screeched to a halt just a few feet away. Sara was still fuming with anger, her heart racing with indignation.

I pushed him away, resisting the urge to slap him. “What is your problem?” I asked, angry and disgusted. The alcohol in his breath made my stomach turn. “I love you Rebecca, why can’t you see that?” He demanded. “Stop trying to pair me with another woman. I don’t want any other woman but you!” I stared at him, mouth open in surprise. “You are drunk and crazy,” I said. “Now get away from here!” “Rebecca- “ I went in and closed the door. I leaned against it fuming, then tried to calm down. He was drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing. I needed to help him not get angry with him.

Treating you well, but I’m caught in the middle I caught the edge of the knife and it hurts just a little Yeah, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know that I can’t be your friend It’s my head or my heart and I’m caught in the middle My hands are tied but not tight enough You’re the high that I can’t give up Oh Lord, here we go I might hate myself tomorrow but I’m on my way tonight At the bottom of the bottle, you’re the poison in the wine And I know I can’t change you and I, I won’t change I might hate myself tomorrow but I’m on my way tonight Let’s be lonely together A little less lonely together Eyes wide shut and it feels like the first time (oh) Before the rush to my blood hurts

His words echoed in my mind, demanding to be heard. "You can't keep running back whenever life gets hard," Aiden's voice echoed in my head. "Face your demons, and get sober. You have such a bright future in front of you, and you're throwing it away for what? Dope and drugs because you feel that you're not worthy of a great life?" The harshness of his words cut through me like a knife. How could he understand what I was going through? The pain, the guilt, the emptiness that I tried to fill with substances. It was my escape from a reality that I felt responsible for.

Mason ^^Give me your love, say you love me more than you hate me. Say you won’t fight me, Say you won’t leave me.^^ ^^Your heart is colder than the snow you bloody liar, I will kill myself before I take you back.^^ ^^You say you hate to see me cry but you bloody liar, you laugh behind my back. Are you having fun watching me hurt? Go ahead and lie to me…^^ “Classic,” I jump happily, clapping my hands with a goofy dance, “This one of my favorite songs, the lyrics are kind of sad but the beats are joyful.”

"I told you, I will do whatever it takes to make sure you get over this addiction. It doesn't matter how many times you protest, nothing you say will change my mind. So stop trying to fight a battle you've already lost. It's pointless." Tears gathered in my eyes, mostly because it's been so long since someone cared about my well being that seeing him want me to get better made me emotional. But also because the cramps had begun to hurt so bad. "I hate you." I whispered and turned away as tears rolled down my cheek. He swiped the tears away with his fingers and forced me to look at him. "I would rather have your hate than watch you waste away." *