This weekend, I had a horrible camping trip. My brothers kept nagging me and making fun of me, and the family drove me out completely. I returned home Saturday, and work Sunday at 11pm.

It was 6am when we started watching Encanto and doing a drinking game, as a way to have some kind of a happy weekend.

I remember the song Surface pressure about to start and the next thing I know I'm waking up at 5am with 17 missed work calls.

I also apparently was drunkenly sobbing in my roommate's grandmother's arms for two hours on our porch. I also threw up. Everywhere. :))))))

I hate my life sometimes