So much for trying to get drunk… I can't even get past three shot glasses of what I really need to get wasted.
She thought to herself with such heaviness that filled her. The foreboding came creeping in, making her feel less like the way that she wanted to feel—confident, fearless, a woman with an unwavering self-esteem, just like the one that she willingly showed to the man who had just cheated on her.
What am I saying?! He's not my boyfriend. What's all the fuss about cheating on whom? Of course, I was only cheating myself. She thought once again, blaming herself for accepting the shitty relationship in the first place. It was not her place to feel sad just because her official fuck buddy was seen with another woman.
