I'm 18 years old. Love my best friend Ian, more than anyone else in the world. Listening to music inspires me to create things. Blah. I would write more, but can't think properly right now.
Drunk people suck.
& now my best friend isn't talking to me anymore because of how I confronted him about it.
He needs to know that this affects me, he needs to know that I don't like the completely changed person he becomes when under the influence of alcohol.
But now that he knows, he wants nothing to do with me anymore.
And that hurts more than anything else.