It's All Wrong

I would write about how last night went from 'I don't want to be here' to 'This was one of the most fun nights of my life' but I can't. I would write about the overwhelmingly powerful flavour of Jagermeister in a Black Widow cocktail at Odd Bar, or the beauty that is a crowd of 5 people wearing Ian Turner (Rock Society Chair) masks outside Skiving Scholar, or drinking from a woman's cleavage in Fresher and Professor (I'm not sure why that happened either), or the thrill of watching a dancefloor come alive with excitement at the sound of Korn's 'Freak on a Leash' which I requested from the DJ at Club Envy. But I can't. Because I ruined an otherwise much needed night - I'd already been feeling so low that day - by allowing myself to be kissed by another guy. There, I've said it. Judge me as you wish because heaven knows I deserve it. I haven't even been back in Plymouth a week and already I've fucked up again! When am I going to learn large groups of people and alcohol do not mix for me.....?