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1:35 am

I woke up at the feeling to throw up, I don't remember anything anymore just little things I could remember.

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„I am fine I can still walk" I say trying to stand up but falling down immediately, my mom pulls me up again putting me in to bed „stay here and sleep"

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I am hugging a girl, feeling the urge to sleep.
I fall down again, her name is fiona, she is beautiful and kind, she helps me up and brings me outside for air.

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I walks and stop at a table suddenly someone grabs me by the waist and picks me up. Do I known him? No but he is hella fine though.
He put me back to bed. I just look to him smiling falling asleep.

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I look at the boys smiling asking for more alcohol. Sadly they didn't gave me anymore alcohol. I try to argue but one of them just shove me away letting me sit at the table.

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I feel something wet on my face. „did I just throw up?" I ask myself. Sitting up looking around nobody here. I fall asleep again

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Crazy what happened but this boy wouldn't go out of my head but no I like joe right? Fuck my head hurts so much. why did I drunk so much?
I mean joe gave me like 3 vodka drinks so makes sense right?

I wanna know who this boy is.

„I shouldn't have drunk so much" I wince at the thought of last night.
I take out my phone fuck 2:00 am „it's still early" I stand up to go to the toilet. After I am again in my room I feel someone switched my shirt „wait where did my black top go" looking around and not finding it I also noticed that I am wearing shorts and not my jeans anymore „weird" I was still wondering where my clothes went.

I sit back in my bed looking at my phone, I go on whatsApp texting my friends because of yesterday that it had to end that fast.

„its still 2:35 am why is the time so slow" I let myself fall back in to the bed looking at the ceiling. „its so boring" I say turning on my tummy smelling the smell of vomit „disgusting shit" I say crunching my nose at the smell
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9 am

I wake up again „finally its later" I take out my phone looking at my messages lora texted me
But before I could text her my mom comes in my room „ella some people wrote something for you down a victor or vicar or so carried you in your bed" she said and closed the door again. I stand up „who?" I ask myself walking in our party place searching for a paper. „there its is" grabbing the paper seeing several people signing on it one instagram and a phone number and a snap name „I feel like the baby here" I say reading the paper „Victor carried you to bed" I read out loud. I feel myself smiling. Wait. Why I am smiling. Stop stop I still like joe so don't smile at other man.
I look for my charger, „where is it tf" I say searching for it „you wanna fucking kidding me don't you" I say searching and searching. I literally hate my life so so much. I stand up and walk back in my room getting clothes to get under the shower wanting to wash that vomit smell away.
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