Wednesday, April 6th.
went out for the first time since i moved out, got drunk.. but not the drunk kind where i call you or where i miss you, the kind of drunk where i finally feel that i belong somewhere. the kind of drunk where for the first time in my life you were just a memory. the thought of you was only a breeze now, fast and easy to forget.
i think that i can even say i feel more free to speak up and to be my own self












