december 30th.
9 shots got me gone. 11 shots got kelly gone. and 8 shots got chelsea gone. it was kelly’s first time drinking and she didn’t feel it until her 10th. after we finished the bottle, the three of us just talked. we all have our problems and it was a take turn kinda thing so my ears were all open. i can kinda recall the whole night, just not in detail. i reread the letter. over and over until chelsea told me to stop. i haven’t cried in front of anyone in a long time. not like that atleast. it helped. cause i love both of them. i guess cause i feel like i’ve been holding everything in to myself, even though they both know wat i’m going through. i finally let it out.
3am, and we all decided to go to sleep. i woke up at 6am and just started thinking. i just teared up quietly. then chelsea woke up to go to the restroom. so i sat up and laid down somewhere else. it went on for an hour and i finally just stopped. then i knocked out until noon.
