Seventy Six.

Lecia

Last night was one of the best and worst nights I've had in a long time. Watching Dylan enjoy herself with the five of us and laugh from true happiness and joy was awesome, but it was bitter sweet knowing that my time with her was almost over.

That's definitely why I ended up drinking way too much last night. I recalled my two idiot brothers practically dragging me from her house sometime after midnight. I'm sure that I made a pretty big fool of myself, but I had little no self control by the end of the night.

I blame it on the booze, but it was just me in the end. No matter how hard I tried, my ability to think, speak, and act rationally left me the more alcohol I consumed. I really do need to try to remember that for future reference.