(Damon's POV)
I sat on the bed, my back resting against the wall, thinking about how close to miserable I had become.
Every single thing about me was a lie, and even in my own house, I felt pressured.
I felt choked.
Somehow, I felt like I was being tied down and forced to do everything I didn’t want to.
As much as I tried to get rid of the way I felt, nothing seemed capable of putting me at ease.
Not even liquor.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt at peace, nor could I recall the last time I slept soundly without thinking about what I had become.
The life I was living wasn’t what I had bargained for or hoped for.
“When did you turn into this, Damon?” I asked myself, comparing the life I had lived before to the life I was living now.
My heart soured as I re
