I am in a complete mess right now. I know I wouldn't be able to sleep and watching Roommate wouldn't make myself feel any better. Never have I felt myself drowning in a whirlpool of emotions.
Anger. Guillt. Fear.
Funny how I was still comforting and listening to Perry talking about her guilty situation and then owning up to it. Hours later it was my turn to go through what she felt. This sucks.
The first thing I'd do tommorow morning is to try and salvage the situation and to hope to make things right again.
And no, nobody was harmed except a fine piece of Victorian styled furniture was stained by a cup of coffee. Not any cup of coffee but my unfinished Starbucks coffee. ):