Sep 25, 2004 14:17
I drank WAY too much last night
I threw up
…three times
I haven’t done that in a long time
I left Underground an hour early
…to pass out in the backseat of Marks car
I’ll never drink Matt’s Vodka again
...EVER...
I came home pretty sauced
I went to my back yard to lay on the cement
I listened to Bright Eyes
…and broke down and started crying
“And so I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories
'Cause I just can’t think anymore about that, or about him tonight
I give myself three days to feel better
Or else I swear I'm driving off a fucking cliff
'Cause if I can’t learn to make myself feel better
How can I expect anyone else to give a shit?”
He didn’t call me last night
He didn’t send me a message either
His phone number was deleted from my cell phone
…again
At 4am I found my bed
…and passed out again
I woke up with the worst headache
I feel like shit
I'M NEVER DRINKING THAT MUCH AGAIN!