They were a real friend. I felt they understood me. I took all my courage to talk to my mate about my issues and when I did they were gone. I tried so hard, I thought they would be happy and proud of me. I don’t understand. I drank so much just so I could do it. My body is frail. The hangover will be brutal.
I mean, I understand. I almost reached my breaking point with the negativity here, but I a actually was successful today. I thought it would make them happy. I don’t understand.