𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 - 𝗺. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝗼𝐥𝗼 ✓

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hazel

who the fuck does he think he is?

asking me about my past? he didn't even know me!

yeah, he drove me home because i was drunk. so what? still, he didn't know me.

my personal life was none of his business.

i'm barely even sober and i'm already sick of it.

i shook my head and opened my nightstand drawer.

i pulled out my cart and took a big hit. after i exhaled, i rubbed my eyes. i decided to text aaliyah and let her know i made it home safe.

i laid back down and waited for the high to kick in. i put my airpods in and shuffled my liked songs.

'When i R.I.P.' by Labrinth started playing.

i laughed and rubbed my eyes.

aaliyah always said i was straight out of euphoria. never being able to do anything sober.

but the euphoria soundtrack was good. really good. and it actually made me feel like i was in euphoria from time to time.

she was right though. i mean at this point i don't even think i could make it through a day sober.

i couldn't think whether or not that was good or bad.

i scare myself from sometimes. afraid i'll take to much of something or accidentally take something. i'm afraid of what will happen when i blackout in front of other people.

like what happened with matt. it could have been anyone else. something could have happened if it wasn't him.

even though i don't know even know him, i trust him. i believed him when he told me he didn't do anything. i wasn't sure why i just did.

he meant well. he drove me home while i was fucking wasted. i don't know the guy but i can tell he cares.

he cares...

shit. he wasn't trying to be rude or press earlier, he was trying to get know me and my reasoning for never being sober.

"i'm such a bitch." i laughed; rubbing my face with my hands.

i needed to text him and apologize or say something.

so i did.