The relationship between Rita and Peter seemed doomed, after all, she thought she was moving across the ocean forever just when she realized she loved him.
But did she really? A lot has happened since, find out how much on Ruled, where they make...
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I know this is not the last night on Earth but it doesn't keep me from enjoying it like it is. I'm drinking and partying like tomorrow won't exist because after all, tonight is the start of the rest of my life and I want to start it right.
I've lost count at how many shots I've drunken by now yet were definitely enough to burn my throat numb so intensely, everything now tastes like water.
Drinking is bad for you - they say.
I disagree.
Why would we demonize something that frees us from the cages we, unconsciously, lock ourselves inside of? What is it so bad about the way, the three tequila shots I just took, make me drop my insecurities and feel so pretty, witty and cool? Why would we stop doing something that turns us into comedians of epic proportions?
The world needs laughter doesn't it? I know I do, so each drink that's offered to me seems like a better and better idea.
Sadness and the hazard of feelings it comes with aren't visible but they're there, and they ache, they carve themselves deeper and deeper each day that goes by and I can't run, I can't hide. I say I'm fine and that I don't care yet I'm trapped in my own mind.
What's wrong with drinking if it turns down the volume of my excruciating, draining thoughts? Since that first shot Eva poured down my throat, just like magic, I am completely fine for the first time in months.
The alcohol that's running along my bloodstream is pushing away the memories of times I desperately need to leave in past where they belong. I'm finally breathing deeply, the knot on my throat is gone and my heart feels mended to near perfection.
Why is it so wrong if it makes you feel so good?
I'm living in the moment, my mind only focused on what's going on in the present rather than what went on in the past or on what will happen in the future. I don't want it to change, I'm steady and most importantly I'm happy, so happy my lips cramp up from smiling.
Good vibes flow around me like a virus, a good one, one I'm urging to maintain. I don't even mind breathing in the thick and smoky air that surrounds me because somehow it has become breathable and no longer irritates my eyes to tears.
I don't want this feeling of complete euphoria to end so when Eva extends yet, another cup to me and after wrapping my long, bony fingers around the glass in a quick motion the green liquid is sliding towards my stomach.
''C'mon! You make this shot and we win! No pressure though!'' Eva beams as she's massaging my shoulders.
I don't really know how I'm doing this but I haven't failed a single cup during the entireness of this beer pong game we're playing against these two built boys who are looking rather annoyed to be losing to a couple of skinny girls.
