high heels and party dresses, glitter and masks and spiked punch. a bit too tipsy, it wasn't supposed to go this way, and now it's all done and over. a glass of vodka can't hurt anything, nothing of any value, that is. lipstick on the rim of your glass, half empty, but the full moon makes everyone enraged. dancing off your feet and your souls, singing away all the feelings left by past lovers who weren't careful with your fragile emotions. the nights were passed by drinking games and smoking drugs to numb the sensation of being alive. the alcohol dulled the numb of the drugs. pour yourself another glass of wine, we have all night to get drunk enough to do something stupid.
