He's got me twisted

He's got me twisted

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I woke up to the thumping of my head, what I think would be the worst headache I have ever had. The ringing sound in my ears from yesterday had quiet down a bit, but it wasn't gone-it was the loudest music ever. My head felt like someone was having a party inside of it, with the feeling of the loud noises bouncing against the walls of my head. Yup, this is what a hangover feels like, every single part- the headache and the ringing noises from your ears, caused by the way too loud music. I slowly removed my duve and was met by the cool breeze of my room. I am still wearing my clothes from yesterday- the little black dress, that was way too short for my liking, but somehow Isobel convinced me to wear it. My killer black heels with the red trim were laying at the foot of my bed. I closed my eyes and rested them for five minutes before remembering that the sooner I get an Asperin, the sooner my head will be in less pain.
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Music- pounded in my ears and my heart was rapidly pulsating at the heavy bass. The way it vibrated the red solo cups scattering the venues. People- falling in love for the night with whoever was willing. Trashing the venue, because if they don't have to clean up, who cares right? Their jumping never ceasing. Lights- seemed to flicker making my head pound , or it was whatever the hell the weed was laced with. They strobed taunting , my pounding head and heart. Me- I never left the dance floor. I had my high and mixing it with whatever the punch was spiked with seemed like the perfect cocktail for me. I was too trashed to leave, and honestly, I didn't think I wanted to. The guy on my right kept making his way over to me and he had better make a move soon, or I would. Air- there was never enough of it at those parties. It was always bitter with weed and alcohol. Every room was overcapacity with bodies. There was always glitter and confetti ruining the minuscule amount of oxygen.

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