Yet another night of binge drinking 
(I apologize in advance for the severe inarticulateness of this. I am still, of course hungover and feeling like death. And it's 2 in the afternoon. It's excruciating my all day hangovers. I know of others who have to endure this bullshit too. It makes me feel foolish.)
Waking up and feeling like shit on toast yet again, at the crack of dawn, at approximately 6 in the morning, nauseous as hell, befuddled, racking your brain to figure out what the fuck kind of shenanigans you actually got into last night. 
Then as you're puking your guts out and dry heaving like all hell it all comes back to you. "Eh, not to bad. Could be worse," you tell yourself. But then again, you are still rattled. The trouble you weasel your way into when you're hammered. 
Hook up with your good friend and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it, yet in the morning you frantically pray you don't begin to have feelings from her because of your night of drunken passion, a guy you have zero feelings for merely because someone keeps "helping him out with you" and you are insanely repulsed. Why did I feel deep down that I had to reward this person who had feelings for me? That's just it. I cannot think of a time where I actually legitimately heard of another having passionate feelings for me. But of course, this guy like all of them just wants sex. Don't get me wrong he's a nice guy but I was a fool, as usual and led him on. Leading people on is a very dangerous deed. Avoid it at all costs.
However, let's be honest, we do it because we thrive from the attention, even in spite of it being less than ideal attention. We adore it. It is fleeting however, and just moments later seemingly you open your eyes to the brutal reality...you don't want to wake up on numerous mornings regretting the certain people you played tonsil hockey with. I do commend myself for not putting out though. I would never do that. I have a moral compass, people. Even in spite of it being questionable at times.
Do I feel guilty about last night? Eh, sure I suppose a little. It was indeed insanely fun but there's always a price to pay when you're guzzling down drinks at the speed of light, with very little self-awareness at this particular moment in time. Sure I feel idiotic, mortified, sure I judge myself to some degree, but I mean, hey it's who I am. I didn't take things too far. Above all though I just feel plain nauseous. When this finally subsides once and for all, I will be renewed again. But for now, I must be patient, do my thing, get my mind off of the disgusting feeling in my stomach and my fatigue and idiocy. I'm not gonna beat myself up. The primary thing, however, is naturally that I missed my classes. I was such a fool. I'm terrified. But school has always terrified me. Anyway, I've watched a bit of "Californication" today to get my mind off of things and it always elevates my mood. But for now, I need to get my naked ass out of my bathrobe and get dressed. And move on.