What is the point of being poo-faced drunk??? I accidentally did it last night. It wasn't intentional. I had a couple drinks that were made super strong. With that liquid courage, I downed two Jack Daniels shots and proceeded to apparently steal 3 other drinks from my friends. At least I hope they're still my friends! NEVER again.
Vomiting profusely last night has caused my throat to be swollen. My head aches terribly. My stomach flips every time I just think about the word alcohol. I only remember bits and pieces of the night. I can't focus on my school work because staring intensely at something right now makes me nauseous.
Why do people insist on going out every week doing this sort of thing?? The "next-morning" feeling doesn't feel so good. I personally don't think the feeling "in-the-moment" doesn't feel all that spectacular either. I had no control over myself. I was a lush. I fell over. I can't imagine wanting to do that every weekend. Besides the physical feelings of being drunk…you hardly remember what happened. I want to remember the times I had with my friends. You party people out there reading this…you're crazy.
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