I was going to rant about how much I hate when people can’t handle their alcohol (because, honestly, if you can’t stay in complete control of yourself while drinking, you have no business drinking. Know when to stop). But I think that’s all I’ve got on that for now.
I thought this would go away.
It’s not like I can’t smile and laugh and carry on. But it… I don’t know. It just feels like my bones are hollow and achy. It’s like I don’t want to think because I don’t want to go any deeper with the thoughts passing through my mind. I don’t want to deal with the pain I think truly thinking would bring. It’s like I just want to watch copious amounts of tv and stay in bed and not interact with anyone because I can’t be who I’m supposed to be.
I’m fine. I really am. I laugh at Nick while watching New Girl and I love my new Christmas sweater and I bought presents for my friends and family. And I’m fine.
I just feel like my bones are hollow.