Fuck your New Years

So here I am, a week after new years, finally writing a little summary of my night.

My “new years” started at around 7. I went to a friend’s house, and chilled there with a few friends until I got picked up to go to some Romanian party with my parents. It ended up being pretty whack, I hung out with these two kids who I haven’t seen in a few years. Apparently, there was a house party going on literally next door. I went to see what was up. I met a friend from school, and I asked whose party it was. He told me it was his and that I was welcome to stay. I stayed there until about 4:30 AM, when I got kicked out. I went back to my parent’s party, but apparently the had already left. I shruged it off and said whatever. Me and a few friends ended up going to taco bell, and ordering way too much food. We stayed at the taco bell until 5 AM. Since I live like, all the way on the other side of town, I had to walk home by myself. At 5 AM. Looking over your shoulder every ten seconds isn’t fun. I got home around 6, to find my parents passed out on the couch. I went in my room and immediately crashed on my bed.

Oh well, at least I was completely sober

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