schmelectra

i can't figure out what to do. i want to call but everytime i do i just stare at my phone. i don't even know what i'd say at this point. is there anything to say? there probably is. i don't know that there is anyway for me to stop thinking about all of the dumb drunken things i did and said. i really wish there was, or at the very least i wish that i could somehow explain away everything that happened that night.
*sigh*
ahh regret.