One for the road.

Wooo 2009.. you're a real riot. Let me tell you.

Congratulations to everyone on their happy bullshit engagements.

Everyone is flaunting gorgeous princess cut diamonds and here I am bitter and buzzed.

I want to go back to my old self that didn't give a shit about much of anything. The drunk, stumbly me that once graced La Luna's dance floor like a 21st century Joni Mitchell.

What the fuck happened to me? Part of me has been avoiding every friend ever because I feel like a dumb failure. Year 4.5 at Buffstate and I am nowhere near a degree. I look at all my semesters and see ghosts of other people's problems on my transcripts.

I'm sad that I have/had a drinking problem. I'm sad that one drink was never enough and one too many drinks made things okay. I'm sad that I thought holding and squeezing Ethan would make me feel better and make me forget. I just want to be drunk forever. I just want to forget everything.

We're in an economic crisis and all I can think of is Half and Half's Spring line. Woe is me.