Drunken nights

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I wake up, the sky still black but the stars burn bright. strange, I'm still lying on the bank next to the lake. flashlights glow in the woods. by the time I get home everywhere is silent, except for the guitar sound. the melodic sound fills me with joy, but it only brings me torture. before I can stop and think, I'm on the stairs. why the hell did I do this. still, we are both lonely. I sit next to him he stops playing. "hey" he whispers. speak you idiot. he hands me a beer. we drink. within an hour we are both on the sofa laughing. I lie with my head in his lap. we're both drunk. just laughing at whatever.

the door opens and Danny walks in "the hell?". "dannnnnnnnyyyy" I slur and fall of the sofa. "owch" I giggle. "how drunk are you" he asks. " very" me and tom laugh. " do you know how fucking dangerous it is for you to go outside alone " he yells "KILLJOYYYY" I laugh. I hate myself so much right now , be mature, or be drunk, eh easy choice.  "ellen was out there looking for you" he almost cries " Bitch," sobering up comes quicker when your attempted murderer is out side. there is a knock at the door. ellen, and what looks like her posse. "can I help you" the drunk part of me is now deffinatly out cold. she walks onto the porch " hello esme" she grins. "fuck this" my foot hits her right in her chest sending her backwards  flying into her posse "keep off my porch". I look like a crazy bitch.. oh wait. I treck upstairs  to my room and fall asleep.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 07, 2015 ⏰

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