I mean…I go to parties…I get drunk at parties, but there is more to me than that. I know that. Apparently that isn’t what I project to other people, though. That bothers me. I instantly want to defend myself and explain to people that if they made an effort to hang out with me outside of that sort of environment then maybe they would actually get an idea of who I really am, but I suppose sometimes I should just take criticism. That’s how people grow, am I right? Is that even criticism? What the fuck? Why does it matter if I get drunk at parties -not even- every weekend? Sometimes I get shitty, and I try to apologize to whoever that affects. I make mistakes, but I think I’m pretty fucking awesome anyway. Maybe you ought to get to know me.
Six more months of probation, sixteen more hours of community service, & AA classes.
Well, if I had any idea who you are or what you’re talking about I probably wouldn’t hesitate to tell you.