Bad weekend
So I've decided to stop drinking. Why? Because Saturday night Justin and I drank over a fifth of rum in less than an hour. At my parents' house no less. I woke up at about 6am and go "Who's puke is that all over the floor?" Justin replies with, "Yours." I ask, "Who's puke is on my pillow?" Again he says, "Yours." So I get another pillow and fall asleep for about 3 more hours when I have to get up to go to work. I walk downstairs (still semi-drunk and extremely hung over) and I see my parents sitting in the living room. My mom says, "Do you remember coming into our bedroom last night?" My heart stops. "What?" I ask. My dad tells me to clean the puke off of the stairway wall and they say, "We'll talk later". I go to work and feel like shit for 7 hours. I called my parents numerous times throughout the day to apologize and even tell Justin to call and apologize, seeing as he got sick a lot (at least in the toilet) and broke my mom's soap dispenser. When I get home, my parents inform me that I wandered into their bedroom in the middle of the night and ran into a wall (which I have no recollection of). They told me that this stuff happens to everyone and there can be no more drinking in the house. They also said that Justin isn't allowed to stay over for a while. Chrissy (my cousin who lives with me) also got in trouble and I feel like it's my fault. My parents were concerned for Justin's well being (seeing as he is diabetic and all) and that I was going to fall down the stairs and break my neck. I would have rather them yell and get angry at me, but no, they weren't even disappointed. I also tell my sister that she has dumb friends who get drunk and do stupid things. I am one of those kids that I hate. I don't want to be what I call a "douche bag".
No more alcohol.
No more alcohol.