I don't know if my friends even made it home last night. The last I had seen of them was on the dancefloor before Leila dragged me off for sister hugs. I am still drunk, feeling rough as hell, and the tears begin flowing freely again despite myself. My body is aching and tingling all over because I cannot get the feel of him from all over me. I hate him so much that it hurts everywhere. Even my toes and fingers are aching with some new method of internal torture. I may even die from this ...