Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Feelings Novels & Stories

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.

I can’t. The thought ѕіnkѕ in, and with іt, I feel myself slip іntо a fucked uр, dерrеѕѕеd ѕtаtе оf mіnd. Am I ever gоіng to bе frее of thіѕ disease? Thіѕ anger? It’ѕ уеаrѕ down thе rоаd and mу drіnkіng іѕ ѕtіll fоllоwіng mе.

I counter, but he disagrees again. "No, it's not the same." "So, what are you really doing here? Drinking in this bar...alone." I gasp again when a thought crosses my mind. "Don't tell me you also have relationship drama." "Like I told you, I just wanted a normal day." I look at him skeptically. How miserable does one have to be? Is he more miserable than me? Maybe we deserve each other. Brought together by misery. Silly. I scold myself for having such thoughts about a stranger. The alcohol must be taking dominance in my brain. I've had quite a number of shots, and even though I don't feel drunk, I can't say I'm fully sober.

I’m a lightweight when it comes to booze, and even though I spaced them out, my stomach is like a washing machine, and my head’s foggy. I feel like if I go on one more ride, I might throw up, and I’m seriously regretting the four drinks I consumed in the past two hours. I’m so not myself and very aware of that warm cozy feeling when alcohol takes the sensible part of your brain and throws it in a dumpster full of feathers. I’m beyond tipsy, and my ability to reason and be logical is dancing on pink fluffy clouds.

My head falls forward and I cry, I feel him pulling my head up. “I get it. Being drunk helps stop the nightmares, the visions, and the thoughts. You feel like you’re winning the battle, sure, alcohol, drugs and sex help, and you’re finally able to beat it. Well, you haven’t beaten it, Raven, you just numbed it. You made it worse.” “Fuck you! You can’t stop me.” He can’t, I can leave now.

Dealing with Kendra was the last thing on my mind amidst the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. The alcohol continued to flow, numbing my senses and blurring my vision. I felt the world around me grow hazy, spinning relentlessly as I succumbed to its intoxicating embrace. Every part of me was consumed by the alcohol's grip, rendering me unable to move, trapped in a drunken stupor. "Ryle?" Kendra's voice pierced through the fog of my mind, pulling me back from the brink of unconsciousness. But my thoughts remained fixated on Isobel, her betrayal looming large in my thoughts.

"This stuff sure is great for warming the body up.” Cole stood up. "I’ll go and drink in the wine cellar." After taking just a few steps, he started staggering. Carson looked at the wobbly Cole and hurried to follow him. "I think you’re drunk, Young Master.” "Nonsense. I’m more than sober right now.” Alcohol numbed the senses. The thoughts that he so desperately tried to get rid of had only grown more lucid. The low and depressing emotions that he tried so hard to suppress were now gushing out like a dam that had burst.

Something new is working through my head. “I’m not drunk enough to let you win yet.” My comment to the youngest Hosa, Sokin, comes out before I have any control over it. I know I would have tasted, if not felt, the effects if they tried to drug me. Not to mention Haru would have smelled it. Something new is working through my head. An unnatural calm and easy association. Like every muscle is coiled so tight it might snap and my brain is as loose and relaxed as it’s ever been, when it’s always very much the opposite with me.