I don't really like parties, I mean, I wasn't the biggest fan before
and now I absolutely hate them.
I wasn't sure if I was going to go. I didn't really want to
because I knew what was going to happen.
6pm, the alcohol started flowing. My wine and straw were my only carers.
Everyone thought I was there to have fun. How wrong they were!
I was there for one reason and one reason only.
Bet it's not that hard to take a guess.
7pm, I'm intoxicated. Chianti in my blood, you in my brain.
The sad thing is that I remember every emotion, every action, every song.
Gives You Hell - All American Rejects. I scream for the song to be changed.
I break. That was too much. I used to loop it all day when I was angry at the start.
I ran to a corner, I screamed and I cried. 7 fucking pm.
Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Don't let me breathe.
Dance away your problems, just dance and drink. Pretty girls arrive.
Take another sip.
You've lost your drink and by this point your dignity too. These people have seen you this way.
They know now.
Drink someone else's drink. Take another sip.
//this is an absolute mess but so am I//
YOU ARE READING
wannabe
Random"like all sad people, I am a poet" - kill your darlings //my shitty excuse for poetry
