not as drunk as i maybe would have liked; actually, sober except for the inhibitions. everything that has been killing me for the past two months came out all at once and i feel a little- no, a lot less awful, emotionally. at this point it’s not even the outcome that scares me. the scary part is over. what’s rejection? everything is fine the way it is. i just had to know. not like last time! where i never ever found out, even though i knew i guess.
anyhow, that’s not the point. the point is, i think i’m going to throw up, and not from alcohol. come on, i drink smirnoffs.