Drunk people talk, but people talk to drunk people also...

So with an urge to just sit down and wait out the drunken state I found myself in last night, I called MJ and chilled over there for most of the night. I don't really remember how many times I threw up last night and this morning but eventually I ended up back in my own bed this morning. The interesting part though was my conversation with MJ. We talked...we confided in one another...and I learned things I needed answers to.

When you're on top of the world and you fall, the hit you take is harder than anyone else's...

But I guess I caught some air because somehow I didn't feel myself hitting against the ground; knowing what I know set me free. I don't feel guilty for anything I've done and now that I know that, I can be me again. A friend said to me a few days ago, "You know, all that weight you used to carry seems to have come back..." Well, last night helped alleviate a large part of it. I'm back to who I want to be. With that, there's nothing left to say. Adieu.

Falling Away With You - Muse