holy shit man.
i need to keep writing.
something, anything.
i just need to do something.
i'm going out of my fucking skull.

why did i do this to myself man?
what the fuck is wrong with me?
goddamn alcohol,
making me actually talk about what's on my mind.
i can't do that man.
i'm fucking nuts.
i'm pretty much crazy.
i know i freaked out joe.
he thinks i'm some kinda fucking emo loon now.
which is fine, i'm sure he won't hold it against me,
but it sucks nonetheless.
and marc,
i don't think he knew anything like that about me.
marc is cool though,
he's a lot like me so i'm sure we've had a lot of the same kinds of crazy problems.
but what really gets me is erin,
what does she think about some of the crazy stuff i was saying last night?
i doubt i'll ever really know because she's just like me.
and i held all of that shit in for a long time before it came out,
so i'm sure i'll never really know what she thinks about me now.
not unless she reads this,
like she said she read all of my other blogs,
and decides to give me a call so that we can set something up where we can talk to each other,
honestly,
intensely,
and most importantly,
sober...