Dear Diary,
I am all sticky everywhere. I smell of vodka so I am thinking some got spilled on me or something. I don't know, I can't remember much of last night at all. My head feels like I may be suffering some sort of head trauma or brain damage, I don't think I have had this bad of a headache from a hangover.
I want to say that there was a possibility that someone else came over but I can't be certain.
All I know is that I miss Ryan. He won't answer any of my emails
It is hard to exist right now. I am struggling but I am trying to stay afloat
I hate this.
I will never have a normal life, what is normal anyway?
All I know is I am dead