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Oct. 21st, 2003 10:49 amUgh... alcohol is NOT my friend. Hangovers suck. Note to self: the answer to my problems does NOT lie at the bottom of four glasses of vodka.
Oct. 21st, 2003
What a night...
Oct. 21st, 2003 01:56 pmFirst Happy 6 month anniversary, Liz! Yeah, I know, it's not that long, but I love her with all my heart and she makes the world better. I'm distraught that I can't be with her today because this is such a major landmark. 6 months. 1/2 a year. I've had only one relationship that lasted this long and it ended not a week after the fact.
Now then, to explain the actions of last night. I was depressed. No, I didn't actually start cutting, but it was there, crying out to me. Talking to Liz just made me feel worse (I'm not sure why, it just did) so when she left I cried. I didn't know what else to do. After I was done I went downstairs fully intended on just playing some pool. However I saw that drinks were going around and I figured "what the hell? What's a few drinks?" I got... trashed. Completely hammered. I don't remember most anything that happened last night. Four glasses of vodka. NOT a good idea. I came home and I puked. I vomited for a good hour. I seem to recall talking to sara, but I don't even know what the hell it was about. I puked some more. I finally decided that I should go to bed. I woke up this morning with THE worst hangover. I puked some more. I don't... That was just a stupid idea, drinking myself silly. No more alcohol for me. EVER. I solemnly swear it as of right now that I will never ever EVER get drunk again.
Now then, to explain the actions of last night. I was depressed. No, I didn't actually start cutting, but it was there, crying out to me. Talking to Liz just made me feel worse (I'm not sure why, it just did) so when she left I cried. I didn't know what else to do. After I was done I went downstairs fully intended on just playing some pool. However I saw that drinks were going around and I figured "what the hell? What's a few drinks?" I got... trashed. Completely hammered. I don't remember most anything that happened last night. Four glasses of vodka. NOT a good idea. I came home and I puked. I vomited for a good hour. I seem to recall talking to sara, but I don't even know what the hell it was about. I puked some more. I finally decided that I should go to bed. I woke up this morning with THE worst hangover. I puked some more. I don't... That was just a stupid idea, drinking myself silly. No more alcohol for me. EVER. I solemnly swear it as of right now that I will never ever EVER get drunk again.
