When the haze of alcohol starts to lift, I think… it’s not that bad, I can handle it. I just won’t drink that much next time. And that’s when I get into trouble. I can’t drink like a normal person. I don’t think I ever really could if I look back at my life. I always take it one step further than I need to go. I’m tired of playing with my life. How many times do I have to fall and injure myself, risk my life, put myself into dangerous situations? I love being the life of the party, the fun persona that comes out with alcohol. But, to what extent? How far on the diving board do I need to be before there is no turning around and all I’m facing is an empty pool?