Four bottles I asked for. Well I guess I should have checked first if I could even finish two.
My eyes is fixated on the goblet in between my hand as I continue to swirl the liquid inside it over and over again. My head felt heavy— either from overthinking or as a side effect of the many cups that I have taken. My stomach was starting to protest and now, I was fed up. Sincerely fed up with suffering. This was damn punishment!
Isn't this foolish of me? I was fucking turning into a loser. Isolating myself, being moody, getting wasted and binge drinking over a girl that dumped and deceived me. That rejected me not to my face— but in the face of the whole school.
I wish I could snap out of this state. I have tried everything that I could do to stop thinking about her but no matter what I do or what state I am in, I can't seem to get her out of my mind.
