One O'clock

December. (P6)

Dear Fucking Diary.

I read this and write this so bitterly at the moment. The people are all outside celebrating New Years eve. I fucking hate everything. I trashed the house as soon as they all said new year.

They're out there kissing, sex, drinking. I think I might go out for a drink soon. 

-+-

Dear Diary, 

I just got laid for the second time tonight. He was hot and amazing in bed. I am drunk as a skunk and my written is weird af atm.. Lol bye Diary. Off to drink the night away..