First beer, at the age of 17.
Didn't like the taste at all.
In spite of not liking the taste, i was eager to taste it again. Everything seemed so good after boozing.I was in my own world. Laughing, talking my heart out.I enjoyed the moment.
I didn't have to worry about anything. Life seemed good.
With time passing by, alcohol was a partner, when no one was around, it was.
One fine day, with the hangover, i woke up.
I stood and saw myself in the mirror.
Hairs were messy, eyes were red. Seemed i was a zombie
That day i understood, the path i was on wasn't right. But, i enjoy being drunk, how can i change that?
At 22-I am still drunk.
Drunk with little joys around. Drunk with struggles of life. Drunk with happiness and sadness. Drunk with emotions and people.
Don't choose alcohol, choose life.