I'm drunk yet not drunk
I'm struggling to type this if that helps.
Autocorrect really be my bestue
I cried
A lot
Mum knows something happened at one point in time
Tho that has to do with me not letting anyone touch me at all
I didn't want her to know but it is so hard to control my mouth when I have a bunch of alcohol 8n my system
And before you call me a lightweight I drank the majority of a sour puss bottle, one of them big ones, two pina ciladas and a couple mouth fulla of whatever everyone else had.
I drank a lot
I wanted to be happy
I know what happens when I get drunk
K become sad and scared and I babble
I wanted to be tipsy
And be happy
I am neither
I have stopped crying
If that even counts for anything really
Everytike I move my bead I get a little dizzy so I enjoy the spot where I am
I feel a little bad
I wouldn't let anyone touch me, and while I think I'm slowly sobbering, I was basically telling everyone to fuck off and its mostly cuz I was struggling to figure out who was who
I didn't want to be touched. I hate being touched and very few people are given this exception as being touched usually makes my skin crawl.
I couldn't tell who was touching me. I don't know who tried to lay down behind me, but in a sense I don't care. I was freaking out and people respected my boundaries.
Thats what matters.
I know I'm not sober, not yet. But I'm better than I was half an hour ago.
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Thoughts (Part 2!)
RandomSo honestly I didn't want to have to do this yet but Wattpad has officially given me no other choice. So here is the second part of my ever growing thoughts book. The first two/three chapters will still have Pietro as the name but I hope to eventu...
