I’m so fucking wasted I can’t even construct a decent paragraph for a blog post. I know I really don’t have to post, but whatever I just want to. The pounding in my head gets stronger and it pains me. I don’t regret drinking and having fun with my friends tonight. But I never thought the aftershock will be this bad. Shitty things are on my mind right now, but I’m not the old person who sobs about his problems when he’s drunk. I finally learned to control my emotions when I am governed by this psycho-liquid. Kudos to me, bitches! I’m turning into a cold and heartless bitch from a marshmallow, emotional, teenager.

I’ll read “Norwegian Wood” to keep myself calm. And congratulations on wasting your time reading this shit. Go to sleep.