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24 ◀ Sunday, August 11, 2013

This past week has been insane. I don't think I can call it the best birthday week but so far it's safe to say that it's definitely the most memorable. From drinking for the past five nights, to dancing and singing along to Fall Out Boy, to drinking too much red wine during the Conjuring that I didn't know whether my heart was beating way too fast because of the stupid movie or alcohol, to getting judged by a taxi driver for finishing up a bottle in his cab, to getting judge by basically EVERYONE because of way we act when we're dumb and high.

So my first few hours of 24 hasn't really gotten off to a good start. A lot of crying and drunk texting/dialing involved, a lot of harsh words being exchanged. I wish I could say I didn't give that much of a fuck, but I do. But I'll try not to let whatever happened affect me, I believe we were both super drunk and you are confused. And because you're confused, it makes me confused as to what I want too.

Last day of my birthday week. I won't drink tonight, I promise.