19 years old style. Okay, so maybe it hasn't been the best idea I've had in a long long time. But I AM going to admit that there were some good things that happened too, and it wasn't ALL about the horrible puking in the friend's garbage can, which, by the way, is VERY unpleasant. But I did learn that I will not be doing it EVER AGAIN. I've turned 19, and that was it.
You know what else, and real sketch? I didn't come back to my own res last night. I stayed at my friend's. But it was good, because I don't think it was possible for ANYONE to have done a better job of taking care of me. Apparently, I had anxiety attacks where I was having a hard time breathing. And have terrible twitches when I finally fell asleep for like, half an hour (Yep, Lydia and Matt definitely fed me too much). What I learned from this? He's the nicest boy ever. He's amazing. SRSLY. I don't think I would have been able to do what he did for me for some kid who was having issues like me. I guess I didn't make a mistake on him. =))