I can't concentrate...you know you set out to have a good time, and for awhile, when you are in the moment, you do. Then reality comes rearing it's ugly head, slaps you in the face and says..."What were you thinking?" Last night wasn't me, it's not who I am. I took advantage of the situation to swings things in my favor. I didn't hurt anyone but myself. No regrets though right? So say they. Fucking Mr Somewhere had to be at the concert didn't he? Just another slap in the face, another unattainable goal, the one that got away..all that crap. And I knew it, I mean I just knew he woud be there. See I was right Likitty...after all the confessions of late, I wasn't ready to come to face to face with the nightmare. So I drowned my sorrows and put on a pretty good front. I was even able to deceive Frat Boy, and for a little bit I was convinced things were going to be OK...then I woke up...literally. When I got up tonight the memories of the prior night came flooding back like a tidal wave that washed me out to sea and now I'm drowning.