That idiot!
He's such an idio-
No! He's a monster! Yes, he is haha
Oh Ghod this is too much, i walked the streets of Big apple barefooted. Holding my heels, mascara dripping off my cheeks. What a sight to behold
I bet passers-bys look at me with pity, of course it is obvious. Why would a grown lady walk the streets barefooted and have mascara dripping off her cheeks at night? It's like a placard was on my forehead that said, I just got broken-hearted and it hurts like a bitch
"Oh god, i need a drink" i looked at myself through the glass, such a pity. Its not like i was ugly or anything, my looks are my best aspect yet!
Standing proud at the height of 5'6, with a small face and pinkish puckered lips. A proud nose and thick-ish eyebrows, hazel eyes with a wavy black hair and a body with fair complexion that is usually envied by my friends
I'm not being cocky or anything, but i gotta say. I look damn good! Why is it that he can't see that?!
It's making my hands itch with the urge to slap a photobook of my photos onto my boyfrie- ex's face, should i? I definitely should
I took out my phone and searched for the nearest club that i could drown my sorrows onto, whatever they shall say! I will drink my sorrows away!
"Alright, so it's just five blocks from where i am at" i talked to myself as i followed the path, honestly i just wanna have a drink
Nah, i wanna get drunk and party and just forget whatever happened earlier
Forgive and forge- oh hell no, just forget
Once i arrived in front of the club i quickly entered without the bouncers consent, who cares anyways. I am still paying, heading towards the bar as i passed sweaty bodies and hormonic humans i arrived successfully at my destination
I quickly sat down and started ordering
"Give me the strongest that you have, a bottle of it" i laid my head onto my palm as i watched the party erupt onto chaos as the crowd got wilder, i heard the bartender say something but i just nod my head like as if i was listening. I looked at him again and i found him missing, but at least i got my order.
I started takung shots as the bitter taste of the alcohol blessed my throat, i'm not a heavy drinker. I just drink sometimes, but not all the time
At first i was taking shots slowly as i took my time, until i ended up drinking straight from the bottle
And thus, that is when everything went really wrong
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Midnight Memories
Teen FictionThe plan was to get drunk, party hard, forgive and forget. Forgive? Nah, just forget That was the plan, but i guess plans aren't always followed. Getting married wasn't part of the plan,getting a tatoo wasn't even included, and waking up naked next...
