First thread here. I guess that means what I'm feeling is completely real. That a knife isn't in my lap. The only thing that meant something to me was my friends. And I failed every single one of them tonight. My friend's drink got spiked. I didn't protect her. I didn't even notice the symptoms. I'm a fuck up at everything. I don't even know who I am anymore. I can't even say what my 'morals' are.. I just don't even care.