Drunk
Why is it that Chivos, white sangrias, and dry gin makes me...someone else? It's like I'm on one of those drugs where everything is happening around you and there is nothing you can do...except I am what's happening and I'm seeing everything I'm doing, feeling everything I'm doing...but I have no control...it's like I'm having a little visit in someone elses head. and the things I say and do...they're not me. just...not me. Weed hasn't done this to me, coke hasn't done this to me, amphetamines haven't done this, and not even acid. Just alcohol. I was with Katie this past weekend, sure I trust her, but she was also drunk. There were also other people with us I didn't know. I'm sorta glad I don't remember everything that happened. I really don't want to because it wasn't even me. I feel like I had fun though, like I escaped and I was free...so that's good I guess. But lately I've been thinking alot, uncontrolably remembering bits and pieces and....it's sooo mother fucking weird because...it wasn't me! I hope I didn't do something incredibly...rediculously stupid...and I hope that if I did, I won't remember.
Ever since that night, I've had this weird stomach feeling, for a bit it doesn't hurt but then sometimes the feeling intensifies and it does hurt...On Sunday I really wasn't hungry but i ate anyways because I didn't want Katie's mother to say anything about not eatting and blah...so the last thing I ate was a few bites of a death by chocolate sunday. My stomach simply feels to weird to eat anymore. I'm not trying to starve myself...I just feel if I were to eat I'd expload or something...heh...what if I ate a wrench?...that'd be pretty mother fucking fucked up.
I mean when I woke up the next day, I found some icing dried on my stomach, chest, and neck. WTF!?!?! did I roll around in cake? lol...blah
Random:snuggies are really fucking stupid! retards....
Ever since that night, I've had this weird stomach feeling, for a bit it doesn't hurt but then sometimes the feeling intensifies and it does hurt...On Sunday I really wasn't hungry but i ate anyways because I didn't want Katie's mother to say anything about not eatting and blah...so the last thing I ate was a few bites of a death by chocolate sunday. My stomach simply feels to weird to eat anymore. I'm not trying to starve myself...I just feel if I were to eat I'd expload or something...heh...what if I ate a wrench?...that'd be pretty mother fucking fucked up.
I mean when I woke up the next day, I found some icing dried on my stomach, chest, and neck. WTF!?!?! did I roll around in cake? lol...blah
Random:snuggies are really fucking stupid! retards....