I haven't written in a while, I know. It's just so much right now... I was skiing with the school in Val d'Isere a couple of weeks ago. That was fun. Although I... I must get control of the alcohol. I don't like the person I get when I'm drunk... I'm mean. I scream. OK, I don't know if anyone else notice it. But I do and it's such a strange feeling. I say things and while I say things I'm hating myself for saying it. You know. It's like I'm somebody else and I'm watching myself from the inside. And I can't stop it.
Yeah... Well the alcohol isn't that fun anymore. I get so wasted. I don't wanna become a person like that.
And at the same time I'm just so tired. Tired of all the people that does things that are stupid and degrading and pure evil. I don't know if I can fight them off much more. Maybe that's why I hate my drunk self, 'cause I act like them. And I'm not like that. I don't wanna impress someone, yet I act like I want. Gosh. Maybe I think too much.
