I sit in the corner of the bar My toes twist, my throats tightens I shouldn’t be here, I don’t belong. People laughing, drinking, smiling And I watch, sip my drink, and sit still without a sound or twitch of the mouth. I scan the surrounding area for an escape route, but a crowd of […]
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My stomach churns, My head pounds, And my heart burns, Most of the memories from last night are clouded. However, I remember the irrelevant things. Your husky laugh, The crack in it when you found something really funny. Your foggy eyes, The brilliant blue clouded by alcohol. Your crooked smile, Your imperfect teeth making it […]
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So whether or not you’ve been to parties, throughout the years we’ve all seen or heard about the stereotypical “party girl”: the one who dances on tables, takes too many shots, flirts too much, drinks too little water, and yells way louder than is socially acceptable. This girl does in fact exist in real life. I […]
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Drowsy and wonderfully drunk, I lay down on my back on the carpet, everyone else outside, drinking in that limbo between high school and college. Then a girl who was my friend crawled up out of nowhere and straddled me. Bright-eyed and smiling and very drunk, not herself, she tugged at my shirt and said, […]
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Around my fifth beer, Drunk Me makes her appearance. That sly grin, the numerous exaggerated winks following statements like, I’ve gotta go piss. Drunk Me struts to the bathroom ten times an hour, makes friends, bonding over shoes and the fact that all guys are assholes. Drunk Me has impromptu photo shoots by the stalls, […]
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