I got drunk last night and texted a stupid thing to my friend Nick. I also made mom stay at home, though she’s not asleep in her bedroom so she must be downstairs I guess? I don’t know where she would be. Unless she did go to work after all.
I have a headache and I sent my therapist like six messages yesterday, all at the 1000 character limit. I’m such an annoying person.
I feel bad for what I do. But why is feeling good a crime?