Guilty.

I'm guilty now, and I don't know what I've done.

Supposedly, I deeply offended someone tonight, and I honestly wish I hadn't. The ironic thing is, is that I completely deserted someone else, and she didn't give a shit, and yet somehow I manage to mortally offend another person without even realizing it. It's perplexing.

It doesn't matter how old and mature people get, they're still offended by drunken bullshit you pull without even understanding what it is you're doing. This depresses me somewhat.

I find myself longing for a time when my words weren't considered gospel, and my presence was not regarded as someone's ticket to an enjoyable evening. I rather like my friends who can do without me.

Strange thoughts. I wonder if these emotions are brought to light simply because a person does not want to sleep alone tonight. That's understandable, I guess. I know I'm not looking forward to it.