Hi, I'm a party animal.
Anything to drown out the thoughts in my head and the dried tears on my face.
Drink, grimace, grin, repeat.
Eventually I can get so intoxicated that I can barely move, much less think.
Of course, I don't do this in town. I actually drive an hour to a few towns over. I satisfy my parents' curiosity with the excuse of visiting my old friend Carlita. It's not just an excuse though, I do actually visit her.
The graveyard that is now her home is overgrown at the edges, maintained only at first glance. I guess the gardener there is too lazy to do his or her job properly. I always bring a bottle of Jack Daniel's with me when I stop by. It's her favorite. I take the first burning sip, then pour a good three shots worth over the grass now growing over the slight mound of rich earth.
My parents don't know what happened to her. Not many people do, actually; she was the shunned girl at my old school and no one really paid that much attention to her, until me.
She introduced me to the life of alcohol and boys and secret rebellion. Bless your heart, Carlita, bless your silent disintegrating heart.
Is it even possible for me to be fully sober anymore?
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Shattered Sanity
NouvellesShe's the perfect girl. She's achieved all that has been expected of her. But what goes on inside her head? What is she hiding? --- He's the nerd. No one expects anything great from him. But what does he have to do with the golden girl? Why would th...
