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Cheers.


I started drinking again, It wasn't planned, I was meeting up with my oldest friend for birthday drinks and some gossip, on a normal day I would've ordered  a virgin cocktail, a juice or coke but when the waiter came I ordered a strawberry daiquiri without thinking.

It was lush, first taste of alcohol in a year and three months and it was beautiful, I didn't feel guilty after, my decision to stop drinking was random I woke up one morning and decided to stop drinking and any
time I was offered alcohol I declined with a smile on my face proud of my decision.
Different types of questions follow;

' Why don't you drink?',
'Were you an alcoholic ?',
'Just one glass?', this is the most annoying one.
' Is it for religious purpose ?',

I don't know, I woke up one morning and decided not to drink anymore, get used to it and stop offering me what I don't want. It fun going out and seeing how drunk my friends get, the shouting, the arguments, the fights and the apologies after the night out one a good day we get a few falls may be a hookup and I'm like you are all crazy this is why I stay sober.

Am I going to drink again?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I might.
I think I will.
I really do not know.

But cheers to that anyway.

XXXX
L.D

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