Getting my drunken ass kicked by a just as drunk friend raised some thoughts in my head. One thing was that Dave doesn't know I don't get drunk often. Another was that if I don't have control of my emotions I'll A)wish I was dead, B)feel like shit, C)Be an angry as shit motherfucker and D)whine about all my problems. He kicked my ass because i wouldn't shut up and because I kept bitching about certain people. I'm glad he did because that, mixed with me finally getting shit off my chest, made my mind clear. I'm not concerning myself with what happened or with what could have happened. Move on. I really don't care about what other people feel anymore. I've done enough sympathizing and backingout on my own decisions. If you don't care for yourself every now and then you turn into a doormat and someones puppet. These years in Delaware relationship hell have taught me that