I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the ache to stop before pressing my feet onto the cold floor, holding onto the objects in the room so I wouldn't fall.
It was like walking on needles, my knees trembling with every step. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, I looked dead. Maybe I should just go find a coffin now.
My breath was strong of alcohol and my eye bags were dark with the eyeliner being smudged.
I sighed, I should go back to sleep, but then that'll only leave me with nightmares, not to mention the extreme stomach pain I was having. I couldn't sleep either way.
The only way to handle a hangover that I knew of is ice cream. Lots and lots of chocolate ice cream. I smile.
I exit my bathroom, applying a thin layer of concealer under my eyes followed by some mascara and bright red glossy lips.
