Hung over, nostalgic, and penniless
I was drunk as hell last night.
And I am now paying for it in the form of a headache and starvation.
I can't find my credit card anywhere. Or my cardinal card. So, I have no way of eating. A couple more days before I go home...I need to find my credit card.
My grandpa died today 2 years ago. I cried for about 2 hours last night in my drunken state. That's what alcohol is good for - absolutely nothing.
I am tired and hung over. And don't feel like cleaning up. I have to be at the school soon. I'm debating about just sleeping. Today is going to be long. Very long. I'm dreading it. Especially the mood I am in.
I realize this is lame, but, I really miss him. It's hard not to think about. I've never been one with much faith. Or know exactly what to believe in. But there has to be something else, because, it doesn't feel right if there isn't. I dont know what it is...but it has to be something.
I am not looking foward to Thanksgiving. My grandma is going be upset and talk about this the whole time. I feel bad for her. But I don't know what to say. I never know what to say. Probably because it scares me. And I don't know how to feel.
And I am now paying for it in the form of a headache and starvation.
I can't find my credit card anywhere. Or my cardinal card. So, I have no way of eating. A couple more days before I go home...I need to find my credit card.
My grandpa died today 2 years ago. I cried for about 2 hours last night in my drunken state. That's what alcohol is good for - absolutely nothing.
I am tired and hung over. And don't feel like cleaning up. I have to be at the school soon. I'm debating about just sleeping. Today is going to be long. Very long. I'm dreading it. Especially the mood I am in.
I realize this is lame, but, I really miss him. It's hard not to think about. I've never been one with much faith. Or know exactly what to believe in. But there has to be something else, because, it doesn't feel right if there isn't. I dont know what it is...but it has to be something.
I am not looking foward to Thanksgiving. My grandma is going be upset and talk about this the whole time. I feel bad for her. But I don't know what to say. I never know what to say. Probably because it scares me. And I don't know how to feel.