It's that make-or-break thing.
So Saturday night, Kersing convinced to go out with her and her friends to Slate, this bar near my house on Bell. I mean, it was her birthday weekend and I felt bad for saying no. After a few beers and two tequila shots, I was drunk of course. I came home, had anxiety all throughout the night because of a certain shithead, and woke up madd early the next morning. Then I went to Rockaway Beach with my mom and John. I got more color, which makes me happy. So last night was kinda shitty. Got into a discrepancy with Phil and I'm still a little eh about things. I dunno, I've been feeling shitty and nervous/anxious all fucking day. People say the 5-6 month of a relationship is the make-or-break period. I'm really starting to feel that. :(