I don't like drink. It made me have a "bad" drunk time. Usually when I'm drunk, I'm happy drunk. This time, it was sad drunk. I ended up crying on the floor a couple of times, texting people that I really shouldn't have and things. How do I know that? Because people have told me today, not because I remember shit from last night, but because everyone has told me. Less than 24 hours before school will tell me that my Black and red hair isn't acceptable. Bastards.
On the plus side, oh wait, that's right, there is no plus side. I mad a fool of myself, managed to get led on by yet another guy, and one of my friends got hurt. Physically and emotionally. I'm well pissed off. ALL men are bastards, and they will screw anyone over if it's to get their own way. Whether it be messing people up, laughing at other's misfortune or stealing form a drinks cabinet, they all bite monkeys.