The morning after

I am awake and sober.
I am also incredibly surprised that i'm not wrapped in my usual blanket of guilt after telling everyone exactly what i thought of them last night. Because I didn't say anything wrong. I didn't name call. I told them each individually why they had hurt me and why I left without saying goodbye.
And what's even weirder, is that i'm looking forward to playing actress at work. As if nothing is wrong. Well, afterall, it's something to do isn't it?
However, one must not be fooled. Knowing myself better than anyone else, I know that right now, I am scowling, because I am jam packed full of emotion, and it will only take the smallest thing to push me into a state of psychotic panic. Afterall, I've just told ALL of my friends to fuck off basically.
Nevermind. Let the day begin. Let it end. 11 hours or so and I can be sat back safely in my bed.