I sit here, tipsy and tired. I’ve spent that last three hours drinking and talking shit with some of the most amazing ladies I’ve ever met. I’m drinking a margarita alone at a bar while I wait for takeaway food for me and Jesse. I’m drunk, happy, and sleepy. I’m healing and I know my limits. My anger from yesterday is gone. I’ve got this. And even if I don’t, I’ll go out with a bang.
Life is weird and great and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.