last night was another party.
one like the old times.
a race to see how drunk one can get before falling asleep.
i made an ass out of myself.
but i dont think anyone will remember.
i am sad with my current state of life.
in the end i am glad to be done with her. it was never really that healthy of a relationship. i had to keep lying to myself to make it work.
but then again, i get lonely.
i wonder if i will always have to lie to myself to make it work.
ah, well, if nothing else i can find assurance in the consistency of post-drunken guilt.
in my continuing aloneness.
in my need to explain it all to myself.
9:24 a.m. - 2007-01-07
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