Everyone thinks I'm an alcoholic. Perhaps I am.
It's interesting reading some articles on depression, most conclude that no problem can never be sorted, which is completely wrong. I think one of the reasons I so regularly break down (I know, I sound like a used car) is the fact that some of my problems are going to last the rest of my life. Said articles usually suggest sharing the problems with someone too, something else which is easy for some well-meaning person to write down and yet something I'd find harder than gauging out my eyes with a corkscrew.
And finally, when their done telling you that your unresolvable problems will be resolved, and their done telling you to tell parents or friends, as if they're trustworthy anyway, they go for the guilt tactic telling you about how suicide or turning to substances is a terrible thing and will hurt a lot of other people.
Well, I guess the latter is true. But there are downsides to everything.
And alcohol never answers any problems. Now that is very true, drinking and then drinking some more will never get rid of your problems, you'll always have to come back to reality. However, I will say that alcohol can solve your problems for a few hours, make you forget, make you relax, make you enjoy your life. And let me tell you, when you have a problem, or problems, that will never be resolved and will affect you for the rest of your life, a little problem-forgetting session is very enjoyable.
I guess it's a bit flawed, in that you're adding liver damage to your repetoire of permanent (and serious) problems whilst forgetting all the other ones. But sometimes, atleast at 18, it's easier to forget about what will happen if you continue to drink for years and just think about now. And when going through a little bout of depression, you just don't give a fuck anyway.