Yep, party. Wheeeee.
The costumes rocked. I was there. I will pretend one of my sisters wasn't naked at the party.
Hell, I will pretend a lot of things didn't happen.
Mazeltov or however that shit is spelled.
I'm losing my mind. That has to be it, right? Nothing makes sense. None of this makes sense. Maybe they've all got it right and I'm the fool but I can't stand it. I don't want to hide behind alcohol and sex. I'm not even sure I want sex right now. I just want to feel wanted. I'm a fifth wheel in everyone's life and it sucks. I just want... to be held like that one time.
I'll settle for just getting past this shit and acting like someone else rather than me for a while. Maybe I should start drinking again. Or something. Uppers or some crap. Something.