Drunk is the only time I truly enjoy life. Life is just dredging on day after day on a work, commute, sleep pattern that makes me hope for a young death
When I drink I feel like life is supposed to feel like. I feel like little things can make me happy and I truly enjoy those little things. If it kills me, at least I died enjoying SOMETHING. I know I need to stop, but it so hard when everything else is so awful.
That being said, labels would make sense.