I guess I didn't totally realize that people actually read this stuff. I completely forgot I wrote that blog last night.
The boyfriend went from wanting to go out to a hookah bar tonight to not even wanting to see me tonight in a matter of five minutes. I think something happened at work. I don't think he's mad at me, I just hate knowing he's upset or disgruntled about something, and I don't know what it is, nor can I do anything about it.
Not that I can do anything about anything anyways.
I'm still going back and forth about telling my mom about this little "problem" I have.
I remember thinking when I'd be really depressed before I was legally able to acquire alcohol, that it's a good thing I couldn't get it easily, or else I'd be f***ed. I was probably 15 or 19 or something? Now I can get it, and my situation is worse, in that I'm all alone in my house care/caregiving duties to my mother and my friend/mentor/father is gone.
Okay, I should go to the grocery store. I should probably dump out my vodka when I get back.