Never mind the blood; dig deeper.

I need to stop doing what I have been doing lately. Sometimes it hits me way too late and I don’t understand why. But getting plastered out of my mind as often as I have in the last week is a terrible idea, and yet I continue doing it. Last night was a pretty good night, though. There was minimal drama (I suppose it can never fully be prevented), and I had a generally good time. Delicious hookah makes everything that much better as well. But the way I feel today, looking back on some of the things I did or allowed to happen, makes me want to vomit. Who am I?

quarterlife hates me, I’m pretty sure. I feel bad because I was incredibly mean to her last night, but at the same time, I don’t. I’m just tired of being thrust in the middle of a very simple situation that is made out to be so much more difficult than it really is. Ugh.

I want a hug.

I had an incredibly hot dream this morning, and I remember it completely, and it sucks. Why couldn’t this one fall out of my head like the crazy dreams I had the night before last?

I hate how everything seems to be falling apart right in front of me and it’s all my fault.