Never quitting

Alcohol is my love, it’s my lifeblood, whiskey river flows through my minds, doesn’t let her memory torture me. I just wish someone could love me for me, I see crackheads in happier relationships than I’ve ever been in my life. Why must I be flawless while others are the worst people imaginable but still find true love. The stereotypes about my race don’t help either. The world’s already decided I’m not worth anything, why not spend the rest of my life with the only thing that’s ever brought me any sort of joy?