a pretty dull night. nothing new there. we got a taxi home & for some reason we stayed up for a while, messing about and just generally acting supidly. i guess we had a lot of energy to use up. then we decided we wanted some food but our local takeaway wasn't open, so we decided that it would be harmless if I just drove down the road to another one. I ended up driving about 6 miles looking for something (this was at about 4am) but nothing was open and luckily there were no other vehicles out on the roads. so we got home safely & nobody was hurt. now the thing about me is that I usually consider myself to be a responsible driver & i hate those that are not, and although nothing bad happened, for which I am truly grateful; i feel that (a) i could've killed somebody & (b) i can no longer criticise other drink-drivers & i'm scum like they are. i'm sure that i'll never do anything like this again (although i was sure i would never do it in the first place) because it scared the fvck out of me the following day. and it wasn't done for pleasure but because i really wanted something to eat (as stupid as that sounds). not sure if i can forgive myself for this, but does anyone think i can be forgiven?
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