Infected Toe

Yeah. My toe is infected. How lame is that?

So, out of an act of stupidity, I went to a frat party last night and ended up drinking more than intended to. I hate getting really drunk. I mean, there is nothing fun in it and you just end up feeling shitty later and not remembering anything. So really I think the effects are not worth enough for the cause. I went with Sarah, Kathy, Amber, and a couple girls from their floor. I didn't think I drank that much, but I sure did get fucked up fast.

Oh, before all this, I got a phone call from Krupa saying she moved out of our apartment (again) and wanted me to go over there to drink. Apparently, according to Sarah, she had been planning this behind my back for quite some time and talking shit about me.

You know, I went through this kind of crap in high school with my crap friends there. That's why I stopped being friends with them because they weren't really treating me like friends. I'm done with being talked about behind my back, and quite honestly, I don't see anything that I'm doing wrong here as far as living conditions that would make her want to move out. Even if it is because of Christopher, she could have talked to me about it a long time ago instead of springing it on me at the last minute and expecting me to be fine with it. Plus she put Sarah into the middle of all of it, making her keep this from me, which is not cool.

I'm just so fed up with her acting like a baby. She can't keep avoiding shit in life. I hate beating around the bush. If you got something to say, then say it. If I avoid anything, it's personal problems with myself. But if I have something that is bugging me with a friend, I'll tell them. I learned my lesson about this shit long ago.

So, just another reason to harden myself against friends. I'm tired of going all-out, doing favors, being honest, etc. and getting nothing back, getting treated like shit, them acting like I'm some huge bitch. There are plenty bigger bitches then I in the world. Go be friends with them.

But yeah, back to the party. OK, so, Sarah and I were drunk, outside on the curb on our cellphones with our boys. I was talking to Clayton, telling him what was going on, so he came to pick us up. He took us back to my place where Christopher took over taking care of us. Sarah ended up vomiting and I ended up in a drunken angry/depressed mode much like my hospital night. I cut my left arm and also burned it with a cigarette. I also beat the shit out of Christopher.

Good reasons not to drink so much again. I want to be over my depression before drinking so much. I mean, it really really is not worth it. I enjoy myself much more drinking only a couple drinks like I normally do. That way, I know what I'm doing, I'm able to take care of my GOOD friends, and I don't hurt myself.

Yawn. Head hurting...toe hurting...bed time.

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