I hastily deleted my last entry because I felt wrong about it, but tonight I hung out with a very huge bottle of Bacardi Mai Tai–and you know what, I drank the whole.damn.bottle. Let’s just say that it’s now 7:23am, I just got home about 15 minutes ago, and I’m still slightly drunk.

Tonight I really did drink away my emotions, and I probably cried a few times too. I also made my phone die from looking at it too many times to see if I missed a call from him.

Regardless, I had fun but I am vowing to never play Asshole ever again, and when I say I don’t want a shot of Petron (Tequila), I fucking mean it.

Now I sleep this shit off.