inebriated

I had a good night. Better than most others I’ve had in a while. I played drinking games with my friends and got super smashed and it was hilarious. So many shenanigans ensued, I don’t even.

But there was a point where I got super honest and spilled my heart out to M just like before, and I was reminded once again about how important he is to me and how crucial his existence is in my life to retain my sanity.

I ended up crying on his bed, feeling shitty because of what I mentioned in my last post. And it was at that point that I realized that no person should ever make me feel this way.

I deserve something better than someone that doesn’t know how to feel.