sometimes, i just want to get drunk and forget about the world

Things have been pretty crazy these past few weeks (or maybe months) and I have reached a point where I might be lured into thinking that I might be going in the same direction too. There's no obvious evidence to support my statement, but I know me, and I know that I am not the same me that I used to be a few months ago. The worst part is that I don't know what has changed or what it was that has made me change.

the bargain

I know it has been ages since I posted here and today I felt like I was in the mood to bitch. When I came back, I realised that I had left a story hanging the last time I posted and decided that it would only be right to complete it before I go on with my regular bitching. Speaking of which, I think the name of my blog has a very negative feel. I might change that and the url as well - not sure to what. Anyway, moving on with the story...

A few months after the torture treatment, the whole gang decided to take a trip. Katherine and I hadn't spoken to each other since that disastrous day when I had decided that staying away from her would be the best way I could retain my sanity and the last few ounces of self-respect that I had left.