What a wierd night last night was, I started drinking really early yesterday and by like 8 p.m. I was officially fucked up. A couple months ago I offered my heart to someone and had it handed right back at me with a dagger and a smiley face note attached to it saying "lets be friends". I felt bad at the time but I never cried about it, infact I hadn't cried in a really long time. Then last night for some odd reason my mind choose this as the time to bring all these feelings and emotions back. In the middle of a party tears started to run down my cheeks and soon I was couldn't help but give in. I talked about why I didn't cry only a few weeks earlier and I never thought the tears would come but they did. They usually bring closure with them, except for this time, they've brought even more confusion.