I got extremely drunk last night, made out with a friend (possibly ruined a friendship but I'm not sure, still waiting for them to wake up), called my ex (apparently and fortunately they didn't answer), woke up in my own vomit (I KNOW RIGHT, DISGUSTAAAANG). All of this because of Borderline ™. Gosh I'm so tired of antidepressants, mood stabilizers and all of the amazing things that come with it. During the quarantine I've promised myself not to touch alcohol again ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ. Yaaasss. I guess I'm good as long as other humans enter the picture. At least TRIGGER WARNING I'm not feeling suicidal for once. I wish I could be different. I really wish.