i regret it.

i regret saying yes to the clubs and then pushing more friends to come with me. this means i can’t back out anymore. especially since 3 of them are also expected to get ubered by my lovely father and staying the night at my place. my last blog was a complete lie. i am back to being a grandmother. i don’t want to drink. i don’t want to go to the club. i just want to sleep already (it’s 8pm). all excitement is gone and i hate that i can’t back out as a result of my own actions. FUCK ME