Met up with the boys today. Minus Fady, plus Andrei, plus Danny the Korean boy.
The boys were giving me peer pressure to drink the whole day. 23 more days! I can do it! If I made it through a day with a bunch of assholes (no they are not assholes) forcing me to drink, I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH 23 MORE DAY! Arthur even bought that raspberry wine I love just to fuck with me but I was strong.
Reject like a responsible adult.
So I didn't cry,
I kept mumbling to myself,
I blanked out for an hour then passed out for an hour.
I've said some - apparently - really sad shit and Lee doesn't want to tell me cuz he's such a sweetheart and he's trying to protect me or something but fuck that boy he really need to tell me what I said.
Good guys don't finish last. No one wants a douchebag.
Lee and Fady saw me in my undergarments and I dont feel fucking embarrassed or somewhat.
I guess we are friends.
My mind is working like a tool. I'm on like a douche bag.