Drunk Mind Speaks Sober Thoughts Novelas e Histórias

and embarrassed about what he said? I thought to myself, but immediately slapped the thought out of my head Lucas, you idiot!, you are thinking too far, and you are freaking hearing things! I tell myself, and backed away from him a few steps, cause I don't know what was happening, and didn't wanted to do anything to him either now that he said all this, cause...cause maybe I was still drunk, and misunderstanding everything, but immediately I backed away, he bridges the distance again, and walked closer

Something in me twitched. "I wouldn’t want an asshole for a brother anyway." "Careful," I warned, stepping closer. She didn't back away. She never backed away. "What have I told you about calling me names?" She tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to think. "I don’t recall. Care to remind me?" Jesus fuck. "You know," I murmured, lowering my voice, watching her throat bob as I stepped into her space, "people often become a truer version of themselves when they’re drunk. Are you always desperate while intoxicated?"

But I need to stop the voice in my head screaming at me that I'm not good enough. Do it, get drunk and kill yourself! Stop! Just stop it! I crack the top off the bottle and take a large drink of the burning alcohol. You're weak! "I know I am! I already know that! Just leave me alone!" I scream. I drink a lot of the alcohol from the bottle, my mind starting to feel hazy. I tip my head back and down the rest of the vodka quickly. My vision blurs and I miss the counter when I try to put the bottle down. It slips from my hand and shatters on the floor loudly.

He stood by the bar, debating on whether or not to pour himself a drink before speaking up. “Do you think that it would be rational for me to drink, drink, and drink until I was knocked out? Would I not remember all of this when I’m sober again? Would I wake up from this nightmare?” He asked, not turning to face me. I took a step toward him, my heart throbbing with each step I took, and standing by his side, I put my hand over his bloodied one, closing my eyes when he tried removing it.

I run my hands into my head, like I'm going insane. We all don't say anything again as we are trying to calm down and think, and fucking think about the next thing to do. While I am on the couch I have alcohol by my side, I drink and try to make my mind clear but the more I think and drink the blurrier it is and confused I am.

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.

This isn’t going to spoil my plans of securing my future. I gulped down another cup, filling the third one when she stopped me with her words. “Hey, you should reduce how you drink. This isn’t your pack, our wine is very toxic and it could make things messy in your mind” “I don’t mind having multiple cups, there’s a lot on my mind I need to get off my mind, and getting drunk is the only way I get to forget those thoughts” I sighed wearing a smile on my face. “If you want to get drunk just wait then.” She conceded to my words, hurriedly got to the door, and ordered,

she shook her head. “I’m glad you did,” I don’t recognize my voice for a second from how cold, detached and emotionless it sounds. I shake my head quickly and shut my eyes, trying to regain control and not let the anger and whatever else is running through my mind take over. “I need to know.” I whisper, scared of what her reply would be. I was hoping it was just drunk words. Then the phrase ‘drunk mind, sober thoughts’ comes to mind and I’m suddenly very desperate to hear her say that is just bullshit.

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.

But why do my sentiments crash with his look right now? Then again, he is full of alcohol. I told you that people utter pure nonsense when they are tipsy. I was right. The sober version of this monster would be strangling me to death right this minute, but listen to this drunk self. Wait until he sobers up and ask him to repeat what he said. He won't remember even a single word of it. Disgusting thing! "You are the why, Gia!" He murmurs sofly, boring his bored, saggy eyes into mine as if there is any meaning to what he is saying.