Going to play the Tequila Truth Game with Rick. I just hope my heart holds out, piece of shit* that it is.

*I DON'T REALLY MEAN THAT, HEART. I <3 YOU. YOU'VE BEEN WORKING QUITE WELL THESE PAST TWO MONTHS, DON'T FUCK UP ON ME NOW.

Blah.

Last night was probably one of the worse night's out of my life. I guess I should have seen it coming... Feeling like a complete emotional wreck and drinking alcohol aren't exactly a match made in heaven. Shaunna and Paula were busy doing their thing as best friends and I was stuck looking after Nikki who was wasted on pills and alcohol - she ended up throwing up for forty five minutes. To top it off, for some reason or other, when Shaunna asked if I was ok, I burst out crying in the middle of the dance floor. That was pretty much the time Jase told me he was taking me home.

So much for blowing out...