I’m Drowning in Booze and I Can’t Stop

I’m drowning in a sea of booze just to escape the hell that is my work life, and I’m not even sorry about it. Every damn day, my boss is on my ass, yelling at me like I’m some kind of idiot who can’t do anything right. The worst part? He straight-up screams that I suck at my job, and those words cut deeper than I’d like to admit. It’s like a punch to the gut every time, leaving me seething with anger and itching to just shut it all out. I can feel my blood boiling when his voice rises, that grating tone echoing in my head long after the workday ends. All I want is to forget, to numb the sting of his constant bullshit. So, I drink. I drink a lot. It’s not just a casual thing; it’s my fucking lifeline to not thinking about anything. When the world gets too loud, when the day-to-day grind of life and especially that soul-crushing job weighs me down, I reach for the bottle. It’s like a warm haze wraps around me, dulling the chaos of my boss’s voice and the monotony of my routine. That first sip after a long day of being berated? Pure bliss. It’s the only way I can erase the memory of his shouting, the way he makes me feel like absolute garbage. I crave that blankness, that void where I don’t have to face the stress or the shame his words drag up. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not gonna sugarcoat it either. Work is a nightmare, and my boss is the damn devil driving me to this edge. The exhaustion, the frustration, the sheer desperation to escape his toxic vibe... it all builds up until I’m pouring another glass just to breathe. I can still hear his worst insults ringing in my ears, the way he belittles every effort I make. It’s fucked up, but drowning it out with alcohol feels like the only way to survive. I’m trapped in this cycle, and honestly, I don’t know if I even want to break free. I just want that silence, that sweet nothing where his voice can’t reach me. If you’ve got a boss tearing you down like this, you get it. The bottle’s my fucked-up savior, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.