Sometimes I think that I don't know how to enjoy my own life. Like good things can happen and I just don't feel good about them or I self sabotage. Thank the gods no one from my IRL circle knows about this blog cause here we go.
I was at a party a couple of friends were hosting, and I had stupidly offered some of my Sunday (today as of posting) which I originally had off to help one of my coworkers. Work also ran so late I was guaranteed to be late cause I drive 20 minutes home, and then it was 35 minutes to my friend's place. I was in such a rush to start having a good time that I was immediately offered a drink and then was offered to go upstairs for a bong rip. I got crazy crossed and did have some fun joking around and just enjoying the atmosphere, but like I also got crazy groggy and napped through part of the party.
Then I had to leave and it was like 1:30am, but people were still there and I was just too out of it to stay-plus I still had work in the morning. I should be happy cause I had fun, but like I feel like I fucked things up and I could have enjoyed it more. And I got messages thanking me for coming and complimenting my outfit and shit so like obviously I wasn't a problem.
I just kinda ruined the rest of my day obsessing over how I missed out on the last hour or two of the party and didn't enjoy it as much as I should have.
I just want to be able to enjoy life and not feel like I'm doing things wrong.







