Last night we had drinks. a couple of beers, some irish cream. I found out that she'd never, ever, look at me in that way. y'know, that 'couple' way. I'd be a very bad liar if i said i wasn't depressed. It's weird though, at that point of time, i felt as if the whole world were watching me drink my sorrows away. The moon, the stars, the breeze. Had trouble walking home with those tears welling in my eyes and alcohol coursing through these veins. Got on my com. Dazed/depressed/lonely. I have no recollection of how i woke up on my bed. All i know is, i slept for 1 hour. Goodnight.