Drinking to cope?

I am currently buzzed, not drunk, despite what my mother chooses to believe.  Ever since my 28th birthday 2 weeks ago, life's been something of a shitshow.

My birthday was uneventful, except my friend gave me a vibrator for my birthday.  I'm a strictly hands-only kind of woman when it comes to masturbation, so this is my first sex toy.  However, it's still in the box.

I spent the beginning of last week in LA.  Finally experienced bottle service for the first time in my life, courtesy of my friend's cousin's boyfriend (isn't that always how some of the craziest events happen, through 6 degrees of separation).  It was kind of a post-Coachella party deal, and the first time I saw a club completely packed all because people were legit fans of the DJs spinning and facing towards the DJs/taking pics and video of said DJs.

On the way back, I was supposed to get laid for the first time in MONTHS, but I started my period that day...and the guy was too much of a pussy to have period sex.  It's been almost 3 months since I've gotten laid.

And, of course, I am now "exclusive" with a guy who so severely regrets losing his V-card and is so emotionally fragile that he shouldn't have sex with anyone before he's engaged/married to them.  So sex is off the table, out of the room, completely not in the same zipcode as me unless we get hitched or until we break up.  The totally stupid-ass shit I endure just so long as there is the slightest possibility of getting married.

Being sex-free is making me into a royal bitch.  I hate being me.