Novel & Cerita Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts

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.

Mar hated alcohol, so he was the only sober one, which meant he was now responsible for dragging grown men to their rooms like an exhausted babysitter. He finally got to Lance, who was very drunk and laughing at absolutely nothing. “You’re so drunk,” Mar muttered as he helped him into his room and lowered him onto the bed. Lance laughed, his words slurred. “My life is such a joke.” Mar rolled his eyes. “You’re not in your right mind.” Lance stared at the ceiling, still smiling, but there was something sad behind it. “He won’t even like me back,” Lance mumbled. “That’s just wishful thinking.”

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.

Because if it was the latter, I didn't appreciate his teasing at a moment like this where I was trying my best to make a sensible conversation. "Yes," I said. "I can handle alcohol, and it generally never messes with my mind. I think it just gives me a push to do something I wouldn't have the courage to do had I been sober. But I can assure you, although I wouldn't have done it, my intentions would have been same had I been sober last night." Nodding his head, he shrugged back at me, "Same with me. And I meant everything I said last night."

Clara lowered her voice and hissed, “No one knows the effect of the runes better than I do. Drinking it and using it on your body are two different things! Since you drank it, it’s impossible for you to stay sober like you are now! You must be lying!” “Who told you that I’m sober?” Sienna laughed, and a tinge of madness flashed in her eyes as she said, “I’m not sane at all now.” Her head was a mess, and countless pieces of information kept running back and forth. All kinds of crazy ideas also kept filling her mind, and it felt as if her mind could explode at any moment! If she was sober now, she could only stay sober for a while, and her soberness could only be maintained for a while under e

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