Re: Lizzie | Lydia
Well, you know how my friends totes ditched me like an hour before midnight for some stupid museum and touristy crap? Whatever. Who needs them? What kind of museum is even open that late at night anyway?
I went out clubbing by myself and I sort of made some new friends and things got kind of blurry and maybe a little out of control, but someone was there to help pick me up off the floor. Like not literally. At least I don't think so, but whatever. He did. And he took me back to his hotel room and I was kind of a mess. Not like drunk mess. Okay, a little bit of a drunk mess, but mostly I was just a crying sobbing mess. I was so upset at you. I couldn't believe that you thought I was so irresponsible. I was trying to prove you right. Or wrong. I don't know, but I was in a bad place. Like. A real bad place. Do you understand?