Dec 23, 2022 17:07
Last night, I had a few beers with two of my brothers. We left the brewery unas copas de más, and my brother still took out bottles of tequila when we got back to his home. It was good bonding time, but now I feel awful. Me la curé con dos chelas en la mañana, and had two margaritas for lunch. I started sobering up after that iced coffee, and ugh. That is this New Year's Resolution: no more booze, mota, ni drogas. Cheers.
Dude is not leaving to Spain anymore. He changed his mind after he saw the townhome we are moving too. He prefers his stable, humble life here instead of the starving student abroad. I am glad he is not leaving, but it bothered me because I have been mentally preparing myself for his departure. I was motivated to overcome the loneliness by burying myself in my studies. But now everything has changed and I have to readjust my psyche. It is unfortunate how mentally unstable I am, but at least I am aware that I can control my psyche. Ni modo.
Merry Christmas.