Hello everyone ! My roommate celebrated his birthday today. I was at his party. It was pleasant. It was the first time in months that I crawled out of my room. I enjoyed talking to random people. A friend of my roommate turned up quite drunk there. Created a fuss. He constantly had to be controlled. It was bad, could have easily been worse. Everyone criticized him. I did too. Then it struck me. I'm an addict too. I felt the same as him. I felt ugly. While coming back everyone kept talking about his addiction, about how they wanted him to fall in trouble to shake him out of his apathy. They talked of how it was destroying his life, how he was a burden to his so called friends and family. I had nothing to add. Today morning I was thinking about how badly I wanted a relationship. I now think that I'm not fit for one. I don't deserve it. I wouldn't like a girl who is an alcoholic or a smoker or anything else. Are we like them or even worse ? How much have we let our loved ones down ?