I have been staring at the ceiling of the room for at least an hour, analyzing everything that has happened during this weekend.
What did I expect from this trip? To disconnect from my miserable life and stop thinking about a certain girl, but above all, fun, chaos, alcohol, and a lot of s*x.
What did I get in return? Thinking even more about a certain person, sinking deeper into misery and alcohol, a lot of alcohol. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t fully enjoy myself and I couldn’t have s*x with anyone. None of the women I saw over these days attracted me, none of them was her, so I didn’t want to be with any of them.
This is getting out of control. I can no longer stop my heart every time I see her or think about her. I can’t stop my mind from remembering her blushing face o
