Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

He rasped peering into her eyes, drowning in the depths of her soul with that intense cold gaze. "Don't worry. I'm not this stupid when I'm sober. Let me assure you, it's the alcohol talking in my system." She muttered trying to pull free as he had loosened his hold a little so she could talk properly. She was blabbering and slurring. "This is concerning, I don't feel strong enough. What if someone tried to hurt me? I think you're right-" She was blabbering while trying to free herself from his solid hold when he spoke up.

I chose a bar and went in, ordering a lot of liquor and starting to drink like crazy. Cup after cup, but I felt more and more sober. Why am I getting more sober? Why can’t I just collapse on the floor? I want to get drunk right now so I won’t have to think. That way, I wouldn’t feel hurt or sad. Some people came over. Some men tried to invite me to drink, and others tried to talk to me, but I wasn’t interested in any of them. It’s not Valentino; I don’t care about him at all. So why do I have to deal with these guys?

I couldn't think about things and remain sober, so I went to get myself some beers from the fridge. I found myself looking at my phone and there was still nothing from her. I sighed and threw it somewhere on the couch. I drank all the beer I took out, but I was still not drunk enough. I took out more and drank until I passed out. I just wanted to forget that she wasn't here with me and I felt like I was drowning.

Sienna I lay flat on my back across the sofa, one arm draped over my forehead to block out the sharp glare of the overhead recessed lighting, while the other hand loosely dangled off the edge of the cushions. The smooth, cool glass of a heavy crystal tumbler was pressed against my palm, threatening to slip from my fingers every time my mind drifted. I was drunk. Drunk as fuck, honestly. The heavy, burning heat of whatever expensive amber liquid I had poured from the bar was currently sloshing around in my empty stomach, turning my thoughts into a thick, slow-moving fog.

A frown is etched on his face as he watches me fill my glass again, but I ignore his overbearing, disapproving tone. I’m not lying, though. I have a high alcohol tolerance but while I don’t get messy when I get drunk, it unfortunately has the power to cloud my mind. Revert my thoughts. Which is exactly my goal. I’ve spent two months obsessively thinking about Elizabeth, but I’m not doing that tonight. I won’t let the thoughts of her ruin this night. Not again.

After some time, Dhruv left me and Kabir alone, claiming he had to use loo. "So, why don't you drink?" Because the last time I had seen him in school, he was smoking. He tapped his finger on his glass, diverted his eyes at the back. Following it, I saw he was looking at Alina. "Who said we need to drink to enjoy?" Hearing his voice, I turned my attention back to him. "I like it better being sober. I'm in control of myself." I nodded, understanding what he meant. Control was something we all desired to have. And days, it felt like by drinking I would lose that control and I wasn't ready for it.

thoughts, I had stomped into the sitting room and insulted them for making noise which there wasn't, they were playing scrabble, but their thoughts was so loud, Jeremy was crushing on my brother's crush despite knowing my brother's feelings for the girl, John was so eager to beat my brother in the game, Chris was planning to steal my brother's cracker and Ethan was imagining kissing me, I had said it to their face, every single thing they were thinking, all of them at that time was calling me a psycho lunatic, and I had yelled at them for that asking them to get out, I had left my brother speechless, not because of that, but because of his friends thought, his own thought was rowdy, steal h

he chuckled and I just shook my head thinking about their habit. "Drinks?" He asked while my eyes scanned the drinks placed on the table. It has been few years since I distance myself from all those drinks that make me drunk but tonight I just feel tempted to make myself drunk so I can forget all the negative feelings that eat me alive. "Make me drunk tonight," I said which make him gasped. "Woah, calm down friend. What happens after years of staying sober?" He looked at me surprised at my request. "My mind is kinda messed right now. I just want to clear everything out," I poured the beer in the empty glass and gulped it in one goal ignoring his gaze.

My mind was in a chaotic storm where thinking straight was no longer possible. “You’re drunk, Zayne. We will talk when you are sober,” I whispered, not wanting to continue this conversation further. Especially hearing the resonance of his sobbing that was constricting my chest. My Zayne was wretchedly crying in my lap and my hand couldn’t comfort him. It was tingling. It was agonizing. I found my energy vanishing with each cry until a tear slipped from my gaze too. “You.. You are drunk–” “My words will not change…!” He snapped, refusing to part his watery eyes from mine, losing his breaths, his senses.

he wanted to know if drinking could take away the thoughts of Sarah from his mind but it was not working at all. "People believe that drinking is the only way to get rid of one's problem but that's not the truth,the truth is that you can only get rid of problem only once you talk about it,you can drink all you want and you can forget you have problem but once you are sober, everything comes back hunting you,you will never forget it till you talk about it,I'm always here man and I will listen to you,you can talk to me"Chris said to Lorenzo. "It's a marriage issue,"Lorenzo stated.