God. Damn. It.

M says every time you put a big group together and mix alcohol, you’re going to have drama. I’m pretty sure I don’t need the alcohol to make it happen, because my heart suffices. Yeah, I get it, some day, I’ll push, and it’ll be appreciated, and it’ll be all worthwhile. I’m pretty sure at this point I need to take up a hobby like watching television and work on being entirely less vulnerable in situations where feelings aren’t reciprocal. I’m pretty sure that if I stay in, I won’t keep running into social situations where I risk being hurt so often.