Saturday, September 26, 2009

I'm glad to know that when I'm drunk and upset and irrational I don't let myself act like a complete asshole.
Also, I never seem to forget that I AM being irrational. Which is weird and kind of doesn't make sense, but I promise you it's true.
I always know that I can trust myself when the voice (very very very far) in the back in my head tells me that I'll wake up in the morning with no more tears and a better way of looking at everything.


ADDITIONALLY, I learned that when shit gets bad and the party's still on, I am completely capable of sending myself to bed. This is an amazingly useful tool.

Raw, drunken emotions can only get me so far, I guess.

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