Ah, that's allright, that's cool! And last week was just....I was just a bit pissed because my friend threw me under a bus just because he likes to blame other people for his problems. Basically, I write my rough drafts without citations and such so that, if I didn't need to include a source, I wouldn't have to manually remove it. I was so pissed that I actually intended on finishing my paper and then telling him how terrible and inept of a person he was but I was having another issue today.
Basically, I wanted to experience what being drunk was liked and I went a bit over the top with it. I found my little sister before I hit the wall and she helped me out the whole night. It was pretty bad, to put it bluntly. It was at the point where she had to make sure I stayed propped up because she was afraid I was going to vomit. And although she was the last person I wanted to see me drunk (I actually planned my day so that I wouldn't see her around then) she was probably the only person who could make me doing anything (I'm a nice drunk anyway, but even still) I felt bad because she's the most sweetest little girl I know, albeit a bit naive and she also had problems sleeping that night, presumably because of me. Friday night, I was talking with a friend and I decided that I wanted to tell my sister a little bit about my history since I don't really tend to connect with people. I typically can talk a lot but not actually about my past. I decided this, I made a plan, and unfortunately I was 15 minutes too late and she left campus. I don't know....exactly why but I instantly felt like throwing up and crying at the same time and I felt like that the whole day until she told me she was coming back and I finally told her that, basically, I consider her my little sister and that means a lot coming from me.