Here I sit at 2am.bf, me and friend went out for lebanese for dinner.
We had dinner with some wine. Dinner was yummy, especially the turkish delight.
Went to a bar afterward and had a couple of beers.
Then we went home and I had a couple of herbal rosehip teas with some vodka.
A blogger friend was not having a good day and I offered some help via my email address as I know we are in the same city and I dont like to think a blogger friend is need of some help with nowhere to go.
It made me realise that compared to some to some other blogger friends I have not been through as much as they have.
When I am in between straight and a few drinks I am me but am more relaxed and can say what I am feeling.
I have no memory before about 16 years old and dont want to know why.
But would like to help if I can.
I thought about getting smashed tonight but didnt, mainly because my bf had to work tomorrow.
Here I am sitting hoping my blog friend is ok and trying to help them wake their friend, as I can only think that if I was the sleeping friend I would want one of my friends to wake me to help them.
One of my blog friends is also trying to be supportive, and one day I hope I meet them because they sound like a nice person and very caring.
Why must life be so hard for some. It doesnt seem right.
I wish I could help.