You decide you're not going out tonight.

But then your group chat starts blowing up with plans and you know you're going out.

It's time to get ready. Your makeup, hair and outfit are all on fleek and you're feeling pretty good.

The uber shows up and you realize you haven't pre-gamed at all.

You finally roll up to the party like

Then your squad spots your ex and go into protection mode.

Because they know when you see him, you'll end up like this:

You reassure yourself that you will be fine

and you refuse to cry at the party... again.

Now that you got your life together, you're ready to party, so you hit the dance floor.

But then the DJ refuses to play "Closer" for the third time in a row and you decide this party isn't for you.

On your way home, you see your favorite food truck in the distance and you beeline towards it.

And even though absolutely nothing went wrong, you still end up like this at the end of the night:

Keep it classy, everyone!