I quit drinking and cigarettes, too.

Stopped covering my hair with Victoria Secret perfume. No need to hide the smell of tobacco anymore. The one that never truly goes away.
I don’t wake up wondering who I was last night.
What I did. Where I hid. How I passed out.
I don’t question the bruises on my thighs, don’t throw up in unknown toilet bowls, or talk to random guys. I quit drinking. And people ask me why.
But how do I ask them,
why they do.