Man, last night was wild. I don't even know how it all went down like that. One minute, we were all just chilling, having a good time, and the next minute, fists were flying.
I don't even remember what started it all. Maybe someone said something to piss me off, or maybe I just had too much to drink. But before I knew it, I was throwing punches left and right. And let me tell you, I didn't hold back.
I could feel the anger coursing through me, the adrenaline pumping. It was like a rush, you know? Like I was invincible. But then reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I saw the look of fear in their eyes, and I knew I had gone too far.
I tried to stop myself, to calm down, but it was like I couldn't control my own body. It was like I was watching myself from outside of my own skin, just a spectator to the chaos I was causing.
And then it was over. The fight was broken up, everyone was yelling and screaming. I could see the disappointment in your eyes, and it cut me to the core. I never wanted to hurt you, never wanted to let you down. But in that moment, I couldn't see past my own anger.
I know I messed up, big time. I know I need to do better, to control myself. But it's like I'm always walking on a tightrope, one wrong move away from falling.
I wish I could say that last night was the last time something like that would happen. But I know myself too well. I know that I'm a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode.
I don't want to be that guy, the one who's always causing trouble. I want to be better, for you, for myself. But it's like I'm stuck in this cycle of anger and regret, unable to break free.
I'm sorry, for everything. I hope you can forgive me. And I hope, one day, I can forgive myself.