I wrote this in an email I just sent to a friend:
I am now one of those stupid hypocritical, two-faced bratty Christians. And it sucks knowing I'm such a hypocrite. This weekend I got fucking drunk, although I do remember almost everything. I'm not even sure why I did it... and I wasn't stupid about it. I didn't drive, I didn't do anything dumb. It was just a couple girls and me. And, now I'm on a complete guilt trip, but at the same time, I'd probably do it again if I could go back. I don't even know what I want anymore. My 19 month relationship with my soon to be ex is falling apart, and it's all my fault. And, I just don't know who I am anymore.
I almost feel guilty because my friends puked their guts out, and I was fine. I'm proud and ashamed that I could "hold my liquor". I drank as much as them and one of them pretty much broke her nose running into my cupboards. I had't laughed so hard in so long... over everything. Our stupidity. Our giddiness. I mean, I'm hungover, but all I feel is stoned. Between Friday night (two of us) and Saturday night (three of us) we drank almost a whole bottle of Vodka and 11 beer). It was SO much fun and we got it on camcorder. Wow... I AM SO TWO-FACED. Damnit.
Last weekend I smoked a pack of cigarettes... just because I could (I'm 18). I don't regret it. It's like, whatever, I'm not even addicted at all, and I just did it to say I did. I really don't think it's a sin or that big of a deal. Stupid? Probably.
Wow, didn't I start out my adult life wonderfully?
One of my friends is all like, "I didn't know you. I never knew you... you betrayed my trust, etc." But, the hard part about it is that I don't know me. It's like I never knew myself. And it's not just because of this past weekend... I've felt this way for a long time. I feel lost in my own life.
I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure why I'm posting this. I'm not sure of anything anymore. Like my co-drunk said, "I wish there was just one little thing I was sure of."
~Sarah