So basically, I got a bit drunk last night. I don't even remember going home or anything. It's bad, I know, it's not a regular thing and it was actually my first time doing it. I was with my sister, her boyfriend gave us some and we took it. We went out at about 10 ish at night, it was really fucking fun, I felt all giggly and silly and I couldn't stop laughing. Essentially, when we went home her mum (not biological siblings) OBVIOUSLY knew we were drunk and I guess we said we "didn't know" who gave it to us becuase we didn't want to get my sister's boyfriend in trouble. Her mum is super pissed becuase she thought some random man on the street gave it to us and she was panicking. She says she doesn't know if she's gonna tell my parents and I really don't want her to, my mum will have such a go at me even though she's never been a good example and buys my brother alcohol all the time and let's him smoke. Currently in my sister's room with her dying. I think she told a close family friend becuase I can hear him laughing, he's great. We're like laughing and joking about it, but nervously, we're both very nervous. Her mum is really upset and was crying and wouldn't look at my sister earlier. I also have a bruise on my thigh and scratches and cuts and peeled skin all up my arms and hands, I think I fell into a few bushes. I'm really tired too. I think I'll just die now. I'm also singing that song that goes 'hooked on a feelin, high on believing' and I'm not really sure why. I feel like I want to hug my sister's hamster. My sister's mum is going to France in a month and my sister just randomly said in a moment of silence, 'she can go to France now'. Somebody help I'm gonna be dead. I don't even know how I got all these cuts but apparently I fell in a bush.
Current mood: death.
