In the past ten hours, I have found myself entangled with the law, and yesterday remains a complete blur in my memory.
The only fragments I can recall involve consuming an excessive amount of alcohol, Essel departing from my side, encountering her at the party, and then witnessing her leave once more, this time with her childhood friend who harbors feelings for her.
The most distressing memory is of her holding hands with the boy next door. It is truly astonishing.
This situation is nearly as astonishing as the hangover I am currently experiencing; my head is pounding, and being confined in a jail cell means that medication is not readily available.
I suppose this is the consequence of my decision to drive under the influence, a consequence of the pain I caused Essel.
If only I could
