I am a Juvenile.

Oh, my god. DBT last night was wonderful ( I thought I should add that to this post since I mentioned going to see them previously.) On the other end of the line, I am skipping classes and work and everything today. I feel like such a ten-year-old saying that ("skipping classes?" that's what I did in high school,) however its the closest thing to the truth. I am skipping out and not going. I drank a little too much last night. . . and as consequence slept through my alarm anyways. I woke up about thirty minutes ago, which was long enough ago for my to look at myself in the mirror and go 'hell, I look like trash' and curl up on the sofa drinking grape juice. I feel like such a delinquent. Ugh.