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Fuck. Why do I do stupid things when I'm drunk?
I mean...Valentine's Day was fun. I got a car, and a huge cup of vodka, and two guys to kiss, and one of them was my ex-boyfriend that I desperately wanted back up until a week ago. But now I don't know what Casey wants. If he was just drunk, or just lonely, or if he actually misses me. I don't know what to do. Damn.
But as for now, my head hurts. The room is spinning a little. I'm going to sleep. I'll deal with Casey tomorrow.
I mean...Valentine's Day was fun. I got a car, and a huge cup of vodka, and two guys to kiss, and one of them was my ex-boyfriend that I desperately wanted back up until a week ago. But now I don't know what Casey wants. If he was just drunk, or just lonely, or if he actually misses me. I don't know what to do. Damn.
But as for now, my head hurts. The room is spinning a little. I'm going to sleep. I'll deal with Casey tomorrow.