If I ever have to depend on you, I've failed. I want to get that off my chest. You're fun and easy, you take the edge off, especially when I'm really stressed out. Who doesn't want that? The thing is, it's different when Alcoholism runs in your family. You have to constantly think "how much have I drank" or "I'm drinking this because I want to, not because I crave it or I need to, right?". I've never craved you. I've never needed you, and that's something I'm grateful for. Others haven't been so lucky. Sure you're fun to be around, but you're addictive. You make people feel so good they feel like they can't live without you. And I get it, I really do. Everybody wants to forget sometimes, but I can't let that happen to me. I can't let myself become someone who only functions when they're numb with intoxication. You can be sweet, but you can also be awful. You can make people sing at the top of their lungs at 3 am, laughing harder than ever, and you can make people vomit their weight in beer and end up crashing at their parents because they spent their rent money on booze. You're terrifying, but I'm not letting it stop me from having a good time. I don't belong to you. Moderation exists for a reason, and with you, that's exactly what I have to utilize, always. What everyone should utilize.

Drink responsibly, everyone.