Had a New Years party last night. SO many people showed up. Had to kick so randi's out. People puked everywhere. The place was a mess. I didn't even get to enjoy being drunk. Had a nice visit and chat with my Dad after everyone left though.
Tom texted me last night after we haven't spoken in like a week and said Happy new years. I said You too. He then said he wanted to go to coffee. We chatted this morning and I basically said we couldn't be friends cause I tried but he wanted to catch up before I left in the morning etc. Blargh. I'm not going to go. It's not worth it. He doesn't actually care. He said he'd come up to MTA sometime. THAT should be interesting. I don't want to think about him anymore.
I just smoked my last cigarette. I'm going mental already. This is going to be so fucking hard it's unbelievable. I want to kick babies. Punch innocent people. Scream. Swear at the top of my lungs. RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
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