Surprisingly, being the shy kid who hardly talks has worked in my favour the past month. I've gotten invited to drink at least every other day.

The almost constant hangover does kind of suck. That and it feels like I'm getting invited out of pity.

Even while drunk, I manage to stay mostly silent. There was one moment, sitting around a dying fire, that I managed to ramble on with two people until 7 in the morning. I'd say this month has been better than the past fucking year of my life.