Im astounded by your ability of being able to read and write properly by being under alcoholic beaverage influence. I, in contrast, try to use refined vocabulary to cover up being drunk; hindered from reading the screen as a result of blurry vision.

I’ve noticed a decline in articulation while under-the-influence.

But that’s just fine.

I guess I’m posting this? I dunno.

I think Carrot Top is pretending she’s a human, pretending she’s talking to me pretending to be a pony that’s pretending to be a human that’s pretending to be a pony.

Or something…

I’m just going to stop drinking and go to bed.

Of course I can. That’s not really the question. Anypony is capable of doing it. The question is whether or not I want to anymore. If I even think it’s worth it…

And I know that must sound horrible. But I’m only a mortal pony. If you cut me, I bleed. I’m exhausted of the entire situation…

Not as far as you know.

Okay. Thanks I think.

I can’t seem to find anything about it online. What’s it about?

I’m beginning to think I don’t either… Which is depressing and disappointing…

I pride myself on willpower. It’s supposed to be why I’m still alive. Why I suffered through everything and kept going. But if I really can’t take it, and so many others can, what does that make me?

…

I didn’t mind at first… It was just a thing… But the more I’m exposed to them, the more it hurts me… It’s not fair that they have to live like that…

Mmhmm. I thought so.

I’ll just stick to mild to moderate drinking. Don’t want to worry anypony.

All depends on what you’re willing to risk.

If you’re just getting drunk, chances are you aren’t willing to risk too much.

Not to say you aren’t still taking a risk. Just not a terribly large one if we’re only counting one isolated incident.

Nothing! I love Boscov!

I figured he was referring mostly to everything going wrong in my life lately.

Unless you never intend to return, you aren’t resolving the problems, just delaying them. And delayed problems just become worse problems.

If you have nothing to lose, there are… Lets just say more spectacular things you can do than just getting drunk.

Honest to Celestia, my life isn’t that bad.

It was. It isn’t anymore.

Those sound like worse problems, to be honest.

I… do not, no.

That’s a different kind of question.

If I did, though, I’d have to have quite a few nicknames. I have three lyres with seven strings each. So that’s twenty-one names.

Nah. Trying to moderate a little better this time.

Physically and emotionally draining.