I So Hate Consequences

So, I haven't posted in a week. But things have happened. What sort of things?

well, there was that one exam. and those two hangovers, one before said exam, one after said exam. I would just like to point out that hangovers do not just happen of their own accord, which might go towards explaining other things that happened throughout the week, which I'm not going to talk about, because I'm just not.

Not gonna talk about the exam either. Or the hangovers, which, understandably, weren't incredibly pleasant.

I do realise what a cliché it is, but I'm going to say it anyway.

I may never drink again.

Okay, so anyone reading this will know, as do I, that what I just said is going to wind up becoming a lie. Perhaps I will manage to drink less though, considering that everytime alcohol has been available, I've been getting drunker and drunker, and the hangovers have been worse and worse. not to mention the permanent regrets, and similar. the last two times (yes, during this week) I threw up, copiously the first time, and worryingly, I can't remember the actual act the more recent time, and am only assuming I did based on the observations of others, and the memory that I felt like I WOULD throw up.. Not the actual memory of throwing up

Only time will tell what happens. unless, of course, it's horrific, and as a result I keep it bottled up and never ever tell anyone about it. ever.