Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

I felt better, leaving the bottle on the kitchen counter, I dragged myself back to my room and stayed there for the next few minutes. I tried focusing on the TV, not wanting to shut it because it made me feel like I was not alone. I started dozing off because of being too drunk and then finally, I was sleeping peacefully. My mind was at ease, there were no scary thoughts or fear of losing anyone. Now that I was drunk, I couldn’t really think properly. I was imagining Silas whispering my name, how silly? “Octavia!” I heard him complain, trying to wake me up with his voice only.

"You know, Mitch, if you want to go home, then do it. I can do it alone! I can drink liquor alone! Well, just l-leave me here, totally, that's where you're good at, you are all enjoying leaving me alone!" I just got completely drunk. I remembered people telling me that when a person is drunk they don't know what they are doing. I proved them wrong. I am very drunk now but I am certain what I am doing. I want to stop myself and I want to control the words that come out of my mouth but I can't. And that's the reality about people who are drunk, they know what they are doing and what they are saying. Actually, they are trying to hold back on their emotions, but the liquor is strong enough to br

“a rebel. And I don't fall.” His lips curve slightly in what I guess is amusement. “Sure you don’t.” I should leave. I really should. But he doesn’t move, and neither do I. My brain is mush and I'm frozen on the spot, heart drumming, and my body betraying me like it's been waiting for this collision. Believe me, this is alcohol talking. Or moving. Or whatever. Tomorrow, I'm never drinking again. Okay, fine, I'll make that decision when I'm sober.

Of course, he had resisted, promising to do it only when I wasn’t drunk. Basically, I had harassed him—multiple times. I couldn’t look at him anymore. My gaze dropped to the ground. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the things I said or did yesterday. It was the alcohol.” He only nodded, his eyes fixed on me. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin, even though I avoided his eyes. “Everything?” he asked. “You didn’t mean anything at all?” Maybe I did mean some of it. After all, drunk words were sober thoughts. But I was never going to admit that. Ever.

"I'm only giving you time to sort your thoughts out Chris because right now we both need a clear head to think and that wine had more effects than it should have tonight," "A drunk tongue is an honest one," I spat and despite myself, I shot him a coy smile, "plus just because we'll be much sober in the morning, does not mean I am changing my mind, I am not going to stand between you two anymore." "What does that even mean?"

Annie said angrily and I scoffed before laughing softly. "Friends? Drunk? You must think I am stupid enough not to know that being drunk only makes you do the things you're scared to do when you're sober. It's obvious that you both must have been having feelings for each other and imagining you both in each other's arms or sleeping with each other. Being drunk only makes you bolder to do what's on your mind." I said back, breathing heavily as I finished before I looked away from her, my eyes filling with unshed tears. "You have it all wrong El, why do you think so little of me?" Annie asked and I turned back to her, this time the tears fell past my eyes.

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

He paused before saying, “She put a lethal dose of sleeping pills in my coffee.” I was stunned. For the first time, I heard a hint of great sorrow in his words. Rumors concerning him had been far from the truth. Also, he was not a jinx who only brought misfortune upon his wives. Aaron was a lonely person. Could he be hoping for someone to stick with him through life? “Why did you save me?” he asked suddenly. I could tell from his blue eyes that he was having some complicated feelings.

- I asked, sounding like a slut, I never thought I would say this when I was sober and away from myself. "Not tonight. I don't want to get you drunk, I want to fuck you conscious." The night was perfect, Mauricio was great company. We drank until we had had enough, I felt my head spinning and I only know that I must have said a lot of shit, it's typical of when I get drunk. (...)

"...people like me." 'People like me? He thought, what was that supposed to mean?' Is the saying true that the words of a drunk man words are his sober thoughts? If he isn't speaking gibberish that is. He stared at her lips about to do something stupid, something she would probably regret when she was sober. "I hope you won't remember this when you wake." Then he kissed her. ___