*tears*

[legalmoose]

I have yet to discover why, over the course of this evening, I went to happy hour? Why did I go hang out in a bar, drinking vodka and cranberry (and water, in between)? Why did I deal with these people? Why did I go out and put this upon myself? Why did I do this to myself? Why pour this poison (ETOH) down my gullet? Why inflict this smoke upon my lungs? Why did I do it?

I hate not feeling 100%. I hate not being fully up to par. I don't need this bullshit in my life. I don't need it. Truly.

So why can't I stop the tears from flowing?

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eeeep!

[ex-chay844.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Moose! I hope chatting cheered you up a little bit. I didn't know you were so horrified by the bar night you had :(

Sweet dreams then. 8grin"