Can We Forget About The Things I Said When I Was Drunk?
(At an elementary school playground late at night)
Me: Don't put your cigarette there.
Him: Why?
Me: Because. Then the principal will think the fifth graders are smoking crack, and then they'll have this big huge assembly, and they'll all get in TROUBLE.
Him: What? I can't even understand you.
Me: You're an idiot.
Him: What?!
Me: Yeah, so anyway.
Him: ...
Yes, it is indeed time to move on. I'm aware. But I can't. Even though the rational side of me is like, Hey, girl, GROSS. I hate that side of me. But at the same time, it's the one that makes me into the most stubborn drunk ever, and it's the reason I didn't make a bigger mistake than I already did.
I'm so glad that bit of my life is over. Fun while it lasted, but entirely not-worth-it.



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