Never in my life have I been more ashamed. I’m in my bed, safe, and still drunk which I suppose is something to be proud of considering where I could be…
But I’m still a fucking idiot. I lost my phone (that I pay for and will have to replace), I text messaged people like an idiot (again), I forgot to turn in a worksheet that was due at midnight, and I have to be at a brunch across town for a band that I newly manage in like four hours…
An hour ago I was on 21st and Guadalupe, in the pouring rain completely intoxicated, so I think it’s to my credit that I’m showered, in my bed, still drunk but safe.
Fuck that stupid kid Alex for completely abandoning me, fuck Sarah for passing out, fuck that bitch who stole my phone, but in the end it’s no one’s fault but my own — I shouldn’t have even gone.
I hate myself. I try to be there for anyone and everyone, but on a rainy Saturday night/Sunday morning, I end up standing in the rain alone trying to flag down a cab.
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