I'm sorry, I was drunk

I really don't drink too often. And when I do, I rarely get drunk. But I did last night. Now, I don't either ever regret getting drunk. I really think it's fun and all, and I don't overdo it, I only puked the very first time I got drunk. Usually I don't even get noxious.
But I regret some of the things I do while I'm drunk (No, it's not the same). When I wake up in the morning after being drunk, I'm never hungover. Hell, I'm hardly even tired. No, the awkward is what comes afterwards. See, it always turns out that I've texted or/and called a friend of mine and told them that I love them. Which, ya know, is really difficult to explain the next morning.

Especially, as it happened this time, the person I called is actually in love with me.
I mean, how do you tell someone, who calls you almost everyday to tell you that they love you, that "hey... I don't actually love you. Vodka just makes me a bit over sentimental. Sorry about that."?
Never in my life have I felt so stupid and guilt trippin'. And on top of that, I have to see him next week. And spend the night at his place. A part me is ready to cancel just to avoid facing him. Yet somehow I can't bring myself to do that.
Damn, I really fucked myself over this time, didn't I?... But what the hell are you supposed to do in a situation like this?
Of course it could be like the text in the picture... "for a drunken mind, speaks a sober heart"? But then where does that put me?
Fuck, why can't I just get hungover like everybody else, and avoid this shit? I mean, you didn't think I was gonna give up on drinking, did you? Why you so silly?


//Chii ♥


Ps: I also lost my keys. In the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't have anybody's phone numbers, so I can't ask them to look for them. So yea... Definitely fucked.