So there's this thing I do when I'm drunk, right, I cry a lot.
I get really depressed about life the universe and everything and then I spend an hour or so crying in the toilet.
BUT TODAY.
I hadn't even started drinking and I fucking walked into the dining room to start pre-ing and then BOOM.
Can't breathe.
Crying again.
What the actual fuck?
This is a room full of people I know and love (admittedly more at once than I'm used to) and I can't even get past the entrance without crying?
I don't care whether or not it's acceptable, right, it makes no SENSE.
So now I'm going to pre-drink alone in my room, in the vague hope that when I finally leave this dump I can be relatively sociable.
Gah.
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