I'm just gonna say this story so if you feel like a fuck up, just laugh at me. Because I completely fucked! I had been procrastinating my whole essay for History for about a month. Yesterday was my last day to finish a 2,000 word paper and I had... The title... I was talking to one of my friends and he asked if he could come over. He did. He said he has some stuff that could help make me creative and finish my essay. I asked what. This dude had drugs. I decided to not even think once. My brain should have said that's a shit idea, but no. I remember having some shroom tea, and snorting something but I don't remember what it was.I remember feeling weird and then I blacked out. I woke up in my room in my bra. I looked for my shirt and found it and it was covered in vomit and the side of my bed was too. So I'm pretty sure I threw up all over myself. I go to find my friend. He's resting in my bathtub and this dude threw up everywhere except th toilet in my bathroom. It was disgusting. I asked was he okay and how long he had been in here and he said all night and he's just gonna lay here and die. I open my laptop which was on my bed and my school's blackboard had popped up and said I submitted my essay. I tried to find the essay on my flash drive. It took my a while because I titled it some nonsense and when I read that essay.... I basically just wrote down my damn drug trip with bits and pieces of history. Idk how I'm gonna explain this to my teacher. Now I'm wondering if my friend is dead(jk). So if you feel like a fuck up. You're not. I am