It's 2:15am and I'm as drunk as I've been this year, stumbling around my kitchen in the dark looking for a cup,

And after wandering, no wait, stumbling home, alone while blasting "Jai Ho," by the Pussycat Dolls on my iPod,

And after staying out as late as ever since senior year,

I realized,

That Ian bailing from Soccer House tonight was fucking fun. Who cares if he's with the new girl? I'm out having fun, with basically a whole new slew of people, and guess what?

I don't fucking need his drama.

Way to go, asshole, making me miss you less without you.

(Drunk update, forgive me.)