Or a fucking fit of honesty
~.: Last night I drank 4 bottles of hard cider, a shot of vodka, a shot of something else (and God knows what was in it), two large cups of Bud Light, three (or maybe two, I don't remember) cups of beer (I think) due to my epicfail at beer pong, and a gulp of a whiskey sour. I threw up. Felt kinda queasy all day today (and cold wtf).
~.: I professed my love. Again. But um, much more awkwardly. At least, to me. My problem is that I can't separate my wants from my emotions. People oriented emotions are the worst. Emotions like love, which has many levels. And when you're drunk, all those levels blur together. Platonic love suddenly becomes something much more complicated, and wanting to kiss someone automatically becomes imbued with much more meaning. Because I'm just so sure that the wanting to kiss someone and the complicated emotions are all connected. I can't logically separate the two. I want to. Because then that would mean that none of this means anything. And that would be good ... for me.
~.: Guh, I don't even know anymore.
~.: Also, fuck, shit, and goddammit are my three most favorite words when I'm so trashed that I can't feel (I lost my hands- it was scary, omg, I thought I was dying, you don't even know).
~.: It will be a long time before I drink that much again. A long time. Loooooooooong~~~~
~.: I professed my love. Again. But um, much more awkwardly. At least, to me. My problem is that I can't separate my wants from my emotions. People oriented emotions are the worst. Emotions like love, which has many levels. And when you're drunk, all those levels blur together. Platonic love suddenly becomes something much more complicated, and wanting to kiss someone automatically becomes imbued with much more meaning. Because I'm just so sure that the wanting to kiss someone and the complicated emotions are all connected. I can't logically separate the two. I want to. Because then that would mean that none of this means anything. And that would be good ... for me.
~.: Guh, I don't even know anymore.
~.: Also, fuck, shit, and goddammit are my three most favorite words when I'm so trashed that I can't feel (I lost my hands- it was scary, omg, I thought I was dying, you don't even know).
~.: It will be a long time before I drink that much again. A long time. Loooooooooong~~~~