My inability to know when to stop is causing me untold grief, in the last year I have pissed the bed, slept all night in my works reception (an hour and a half while standing up), sent untold looney messages to an ex, woken up in London and didn't know how, spent 3 hours travelling on trains to get home because I kept falling asleep, started on one of my mates, tried to strangle one of my mates and ruined a potential relationship with a girl who was really f***ing mint before it even got started.
f*** me, put like that I need to stop drinking.
you're lucky, if any of me or my mates started on each other , we wouldnt be mates....golden rule no 1.
Perhaps if you sort out some deep lying issues then you will be able to get absolutely hammered and act normal mate