I woke up with a groan with my alarm blasting off.
Why the hell were alarm clocks made again?
With my eyes closed and with a grunt, I took the alarm clock from the table, and threw it to wherever it may land.
I guess it landed on somewhere hard, because it stopped going off.
Mission accomplished.
I groan as I open my eyes. As usual, my head felt like it was about to spilt into two.
I shouldn't be surprised at this rate. I knew it was going to happen, but I didn't care.
I don't know why I still keep drinking even though I'm very much aware if what would happen.
And the fact that if I don't get up for school now, I'd be late did nothing to help matters.
I sit up and sigh. I see my alarm clock shattered on the floor by the wall and I chuckle.
I guess it must've hit the wall pretty hard.
I'm so sorry.
I remove the covers off me and something on my bedside table caught my eye.
