So, as you know, the reason why I didn't blog last night was because I was in Cardiff for Cerys' birthday.
So, we followed Cerys going into every shop that had clothes in it.
I guess, the reason why I'm not too sure about the trip anymore, is because of some things I said when I was drunk.
Of course, as you know by now, or guessed by now, I should say, I don't think I've actually typed it. I probably have but my memory is really bad...
Anyway.
As you know, things happened to me as a child that I really don't find comfortable talking about. I've never actually said anything about it, because I feel like admitting it to other people confirms that it actually happened. I know it's stupid logic. I'm in denial that it ever happened.
But yeah, I got seriously drunk last night. To the point where I don't really remember everything. But I know I told my friends.
I don't really remember how it got to me telling anyone. I don't really remember telling them. I just know I did. It was one of those things.
It sucks just for the fact that they've made it perfectly clear that they remember everything from last night.
I was kinda hoping when I woke up that everything that had happened was purely a dream and they didn't remember anything that was told to them.
I remember them promising to never talk about it. But how long is that going to hold out? How long until one of them confronts me about it. Asks me about it.
I'm not sure I'll be able to handle that.
Though, I'm kinda hoping that the longer I ignore the problem the sooner they'll forget I even mentioned it...
But yeah, other than that, I guess it can be called a good weekend.
I'm thoroughly knackered though, so I'm not going to bed.
Night!
No comments:
Post a Comment