I'm just glad I was drunk. Only this morning I was saying I want to kill him, for all the pain he has and still is putting me through. I hadn't drank much, 5 mouthfulls of WKD (i am legally allowed to drink, as i am in the UK). But i was also hyper. But seeing him and speaking to him, and IDK, i just feel so shivvy. I hate it, why did I do it? I wish i could just die right now.