fuck this hangover.
I can't believe I'm still alive. Of course first thing in the morning my mother bursts into my room to just talk so much shit and then more shit when she leaves my room. Not directly at me, but loud enough for me to hear. I hate when she does that.

It could have all been avoided but I was careless with keeping the fact that I was shwasted on the down low. Well my friends had good intentions and tried to help. But they called the wrong person.