Alcohol until I pass out. Wake up hung over, but not feeling sick because I drank a lot of water with the alcohol. But just enough to feel dizzy and too unalert for severe self hatred. Then copes until I sober up, which means its time to drink again. But less, because I need to control my alcoholism to be able to wagecuck this summer. Because I have less alcohol, I'll take my sleeping meds and sleep for 10+ hours. Then I wake up, and start coping asap to avoid having to think. Then at night I'll contemplate why I'm still alive and I'll try to think of some new excuse. Maybe to be an observer, to wait for sexbots or whatever shit reason I'll have for the next few days. Then I'll go to sleep, and wake up for another week of wageslaving. This will continue until the fall when I'll attempt to finish my degree. If I fail, I'll want to kill myself but probably won't because I'm too weakminded.