Drunk Mind Speaks Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

But still real. But here, I’m sure he is here. I feel it.s “Oh darling,” Daciana shakes her head, she comes to me and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t want to admit it. I get it. It’s fine though, he is in your head.” “Hu?” “You know what they say. Drunk minds, sober minds.” Her eyebrows almost joined in confusion. She shook her head and tries to repeat the words but she needs up saying the same thing. In the end she shrugs and says “whatever they say after that. You get what I mean.”

He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he walked, enjoying their company, still lost in thought After a while, He left them to go get a drink at the bar. As He sipped his cocktail, He couldn't help but think about my parents. How did Damian find them? What were they doing? Did they ever feel guilty? Did they even remember him? Their son? He took another sip of his drink, feeling the alcohol numb his thoughts. He wandered down the beach, lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly, He stumbled and nearly fell over. He realized then that he had had too much to drink. He tried to focus on his surroundings, but everything was spinning.

Walking stones, talking rabbits, and old women who were secret agents: even the biggest nonsense made sense in his head if he tried to persuade himself of it, and not having to love - not having to ruin - Helen was important enough to him for that. Whether or not the things he said were actually true, he rarely ever knew, and wouldn't even wonder about it any longer. Sometimes you just forget the truth like a language you haven't spoken in for years, and when you’d try again in a quiet hour, you’d only stutter and falter. You would be making a fool of yourself, and promise you’d never try again. But over one too many drinks you would do it, anyway, which would be when fluently you’d speak la

Now, my day is completely, and utterly ruined. So naturally, my feet brought me to the town pub. Alcohol is the only thing that help me take my mind off of things. After three hours of nonstop drinking, my mind is no longer burdened with the image of Mary Sue and her boyfriend. All I can feel is my face starting to numb, my visions starting to blurry, and all my problems going away. It's like all I want to do is party.

I did not know that he is easy to get drunk just by sipping on his four glass of wine which is kinda low in alcohol. “Weakling.” I murmured before I enter the guest room to also sane myself up. “Gosh, I wish I was just drunk and forget everything what happened.” I told myself as I fall of regret moved own inside me. I open my spotify and pick a boomed music so that I can clear my mind and erase all that scenes that keeps on playing inside my mind. “Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do~” I lay down on the bed, feeling a little exhausted now. The scenes are still there, so I grab a pillow to cover it on my face and scream my frustration out.

Then, he started to talk in gibberish in a panic, "Your Excellency, my cousin isn't himself these days... He must have consumed too much alcohol... My aunt, his mother, died a few months ago... So did his terrier... One thing leads to another... He's practically dying... You know, the family tragedy... Sadness, trauma... gout, indigestion, and alcohol... Yes, especially alcohol... It shorts the circuit in his mind..." "Yeah, they say drunk mind speaks a sober heart," Alpha Zackery nodded his head with a faint smile. "But I don't know anything about it, for I have never been drunk before." Then, he noticed me in the crowd. "Talking about being drunk..." Alpha Zackery mumbled to himself withou

The kind of t‍hought only a drunk man would mistake for a good i‌dea. I push my‍self up‌right, the room tilting slightl‍y as‌ I do. My head‌ feels heavy, but the decision s‌ettles in my che‌s⁠t wit‌h strange clarity. “Would you mind givi⁠ng me a‍ li‌ft h⁠ome?” I ask quietly.

𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗮� � 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲. "𝖨ts obvious you're not in your right mind right now. 𝖲𝗈 while you 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 yourself together, 𝗍hink about what I said. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼."

“Fuck, you are so tight.” My mouth was a runaway train of drunken nonsense, muttering fragmented thoughts that didn’t make sense to me. I was babbling about the “Blueprint,” about how the stars looked like tequila, and whispering “don’t stop” in a voice that sounded like it belonged to someone else. Zion didn’t seem to care; he was too far gone in the rhythm he’d claimed.

He chuckled,he stepped back and used his hand to rub his forehead. "I can't stop thinking about you"He asserted with a frustrating tone in his voice. "You are constantly on my damn mind and it's driving me crazy" "Muffin,why?"He asked in a very sweet tone. I kept silent,looking at him like he was talking rubbish,he's drunk I guess. "You must think I'm really drunk right now"He read my mind. He stepped closer than ever and look straight into my eyes"Yes,I'm intoxicated but this time,not by alcohol but by you"