Novel & Cerita Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts

my wolf never fails to think about the worst things at the worst time “Please just stop” I warned him not to say too much. I need to find a distraction because my patience keeps running then and now I have had a little taste I am drunk and I don't want to ever be sober. I growl loudly in annoyance. “I am fucked”

Everything felt heavy—my head, my blurry vision. I couldn’t remember how many drinks I’d had, but I’d been sitting there for nearly an hour, never stopping when my glass was empty. “Should I have come with my mom?” If I were sober, I would never answer that way. But now, something felt different—something made me brave enough to say anything that crossed my mind without a second thought. “If you’re alone, maybe don’t drink too much. You’re already drunk, and it’s not even midnight.” “Can you just give me my drink without the comments?” I looked up, annoyed.

If… we did, would she hate me? We stood in front of the elevators and the noise of him pressing the arrow button slapped me to attention. The more these questions swirled in my mind, the more the hold weakened. These thoughts and questions are too much for drunk Gabe. This is dangerous territory. Sober Gabe would agree. Drunk Gabe needs to wait for Sober Gabe. Sober Gabe will make the right decisions. I nod. Yes. Sober Gabe will make the right choice. But.

ADAM VAUGH I first open an eye and after a few seconds the other one, the lights bother me, my head throbs as if a heavy metal band was playing an inferno guitar solo on my temple. I’ll never drink like this again, getting wasted definitely doesn’t agree with me, I spend thirty five years without getting drunk once and now I can figure out the real motive: I’m an intelligent guy, I was right in being sober. The wet umbrella taste in my mouth, the sore muscles as if they had been crushed in a grinder. Anyway, all this torture after a drinking day, it’s definitely not for me.

Then she muttered to herself while disappearing into the crowd, probably in search of a quiet corner, "I hope that bitch is out of her ass by now." Rolling my eyes at her, I signaled the bartender for another drink. Usually she was the one who drank like there was no tomorrow, but today, as I tried, she dared act all baffled? Then again, I never drank like an alcoholic before. I didn't even like drinking. It either didn't work for me, or I ended up turning into a freak. Today was no exception. My consciousness walked the thin line between sober and drunken. Except, tonight was the time when I finally wanted to be a freak. So I would stop feeling: the hammering ache in my heart, the echo of h

I stripped of my clothes, now stepping into the shower and preparing to have a bath. It’s been a while I went to the club and to be honest, after the very hectic week I just had. I desire a day to just get drunk and not think about Aaron because no matter how much I try to not think about him, he is constantly in my thoughts but today, I won’t have him occupying a space because I’ll be getting so drunk, I won’t be able to walk.

If it weren’t for the fuming energy radiating from a few feet away, I probably would’ve stared at it to pass the time a little faster. “...Think you’re sober enough now to tell me what the fuck you were thinking back there, Sawyer? You should be, they had to pump your fucking stomach to prevent alcohol poisoning. I still can’t believe this shit. Like, you could’ve drowned. Does that mean anything to you?” You wouldn’t get it, be grateful for that.

"When you didn't answer my calls, I thought something happened. You can't do that to me, Yvonne. You can't just disappear." Guilt twisted in my chest. "I'm sorry," I said again. "Did you read the texts you sent me?" My face burned. "Yes." "And? Do you have anything to say about that?" I bit my lip. "I didn't mean—" "You didn't mean it," he finished for me. "Right. Because you were drunk. But you know what, Yvonne? Drunk words are sober thoughts. So clearly, you've been thinking some pretty ugly things about me."

ALEXANDER The burn of the liquor as it went down my throat did nothing to stop the turbulent thoughts running through my mind. I’ve been here for over an hour attempting to drink my sorrows away. But all I got was empty bottles with my mind still as sharp as before I started. Probably even worse now.

She didn’t even care to greet her. Zoya frowned hearing Nandini’s words. She was surprised at first as Nandini never called her so early in the morning and she was not certainly ready for this question. She took some time to register everything before answering. “As far as I know every word said by a drunk person is true. They only say the things hidden in the back of their minds, which he never wants to say in a sober state. In a drunk state, people become what they are not in real life or what they try to hide behind their day to day life mask.”