Post-party post of death.

So, I am trashed. Lashed. Fucked, even. I am also deaf, almost completely, and with my tinnitus I know this will not recover entirely - though hopefully I haven't damaged my hearing further beyond repair.

It was fun though.

Until the end, when I found myself going off with a friend to dance who promptly got off with some random guy and left me to find my way back; I then found some other friends and tried to air the grievance with one that I've had all term - whereby I essentially feel like I spend my life trying to be friends with her, but she doesn't give a shit about trying to be friends with me, b but she did very little to dissuade me of that reality, so honestly it's probably for the best that she's going to work into Toulouse after graduation. I decided it was time to leave when she buggered off to find the girl she quite clearly fancies (even though she claims she doesn't and blames me for telling the other person the truth of the situation the last time I was very very drunk). But whatever.

Sometimes I wish I didn't feel like better friends with the randomers I chat to in queues for the bar or whatever than with my actual friends.

At least I had a good dance.