I vow to not touch any alcoholic bevarage for a very long time.
Well world I'm having my first big hangover. I don't feel good. My head hurts and I've thrown up more last night than I have in a my entire lifetime. All I want to do is sleep.
Last night was soo fun! Before we got drunk we all drove around and went to the Mall. I got this really cool necklace from Hot Topic. And I donated $1 so I got two guitar picks from there. Shelbie knew this one guy that would get us stuff so we had to drive like 30 minutes to his house with him. We got Smirnoff Vodka. It was warm and it burned going down my throat but it tasted like green apples. Sam broke Shelbie's window and threw up on her floor. It was so gross and all me and Shelbie could do was laugh at her. I'm glad I made it to the toilet atleast.
*A Note to Self for when I get older and go back through this journal*
I like the way alcohol makes me feel. Thats really stupid and makes me sound like an alcoholic but its true. When I'm drunk I feel so free. I don't care what happens, I'm living in the moment. I don't live in the moment enough and alcohol helps me too. Ya sure its totally illegal for me to be drinking but thats one reason why it makes it fun too. I always do what I'm suppossed too. I like that I'm doing something my parents would kick my ass for. When I have kids I hope they feel that they can talk to me about stuff like drinking. I can't do that with mine. I don't feel like I can.
(I shouldn't be doing it thats why.) But I know my parents did.
They expect me to be perfect. Ever since T got pregnant they put so much pressure on me to do better than my brother and sisters did. I mean ya I wanna do great things but I don't need them breathing down my neck all the time.
And I don't want to be like T. But in a way I'm getting there. I told my Dad the truth about where I was staying last night but I didn't tell him who was there and where we went and what we did. And he asked too. I just made up stuff.
*End of me being honest outside of my head*