At first it was: Interesting. Me, drinking something alcoholic, getting drunk
Every-time I think of the memory now, I cringe. Me dancing as if I was some type of, I don't know "exotic dancer". Honestly, I always thought that when you get drunk you'd switch and become cooler, more suave or be someone who is bold however I still couldn't approach him, I wasn't bold enough, I wasn't suave enough and I defiantly wasn't cool enough. And as if that wasn't enough, I literally started CRYING when it was time to leave, well not leave we were kicked out because some underage students drank who were like 16/17 years I mean I'm X years and I drank but it was OK. As I cringely remember I'm A OK was my favourite catchphrase of the night and at first yeah, I was A OK but after a certain hug like I was not OK.
All I could feel was an immense sorrow for myself, for the hardworking organisers (Bong Dae Sang- she worked the hardest), I was leaving, they were leaving, everyone was leaving. My heart squeezed hard in my chest, everything that made me happy made me sad. I could only breathe while I was crying and while I was crying I was told to stop. I was making a scene,I was embarrassing my friends who were with me but... I couldn't help it.
The next morning I woke up after sleeping on the couch while watching Anna, It's a horror film but I didn't finish it. It's still hard for me to revel in the effects of last night but all I can think now is what a lightweight I am and how I will NEVER. EVER. DRINK. AGAIN
Chapter 1- END
Chapter 2- Just Beginning...
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Me, Myself and I
Storie breviA short story, each chapter a short story and description. Read the first chapter and tell me what you think, it's my first time writing something like this so don't judge so hard. Also the user is not the author, I'm her Korean pen pal Kim...
