I was supposed to write here yesterday night, but I was too drunk to stay awake so I just went to sleep.
I went out with some "friends" yesterday night... well you'd probably call them my "friends". They aren't people from school, they have nothing to do with it, so I guess they're "friends", despite the fact that they'll all disappear when I get into trouble.
Anyway, we went out because it was someone's birthday, I didn't know who though. We went to the beach, it was really hot at first but the longer the sun got down, the more comfortable it became.
I only knew 5 girls amount the 16 people, all guys, wealthy guys; I guess that's another reason why the party was held. I was really glad that a guy had his eye on me, he asked me out, sadly I got no interest on him. He brought me confidence, which I hadn't owned for a long while.
I got drunk, again; I guess I passed out because I couldn't recall how I got home. I never thought it could be dangerous, I believed my girls would take care of me.
I didn't speak to my boyfriend all day yesterday, I missed him, but as soon as I arrived home, he called. It was comforting. It always happens, when I think he's not going to call tonight, he calls, with my joy along.
Was yesterday night fun? It was merely okay; not the best I had. I realized I don't enjoy hanging out in this way so much nowadays. Have I grown up a little bit more? Maybe. I will find something else cheer me up more later, with someone else. I feel the best thing to me right now is to have a part-time job or to stay at home.
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