a million little pieces....of PMS

sometimes i wonder about what makes people sad. i guess i'm in one of those "moods" right now, the "i want to get drunk by myself and overdose on sleeping pills" type of mood. 750 mL of vodka is hiding in someone else's bag in the back of my closet, but i'm not going to touch it. some call it self control, i call it being too scared to get near it. alcohol is a powerful thing. it can break up relationships, kill people, cause other incidents that kill people (like drunk driving) and it's only a liquid. i'm getting that feeling in my chest now, the cramp that tells me i'm thinking too much about something, or that i'm upset. sometimes, even both. on and off i've been thinking about "a million little pieces" by james frey. i've decided it was excellently written and a great novel with a moral, but i personally think people can only stay away from something bad once they've experienced it's negative effects. no matter how well something negative is described to you, you must experience it yourself before you decide how you can feel emotionally about it. some people can understand other people's problems, but only when they experience them themselves can they actually have something to relate to while thinking about the subject. experience experience experience, blah blah blah.