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Wednesday, 1 January 2020

Drunk. But less drunk than 2 hours ago.

Went for New Years drinks with Tavendale and Nat.
I had never been to Zanzibar before. It led to more drinks than I had had since last January combined. Which still wasn’t actually that much.
It also led to my accidentally having a New Years date.  A Latino phd student who I talked to online in a friend context and came over to meet me as such.  But then stayed for hours and was just handsy enough to be in a grey area of physically friendly and being more than friendly.
And put up with how drunk me only wanted to talk about Shitlord.

Drunk me missed Shitlord a lot.
I have a lot of positive feelings that need worked out just as much as the betrayal and damage does.
I am pretty broken.

Also, I should try to sleep and typing on my tablet is frustrating as fuck.
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