Novel & Cerita Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Feelings

I was too indulged in him that it scared me. It scared me to know how much he had consumed me. My every thought that didn’t involve him seemed abnormal for some reason. It was scary how dependent I was on him–emotionally. And to realise I was never going to see him again, infuriated me as much as it should relax me. I was a literal mess when it come to him. Oh god! I took a deep breath calming my nerves. Grabbing the alcoholic drink, I took a large gulp and winced at the taste. Almost immediately, the panicked buzzing of my thoughts quieted down. The tension gripping my temples calmed down as I took another sip. Another gulp and my mind are completely empty.

Something told me that whatever he had in mind was going to be one of his stupid ideas that never work. He dragged me into the bathroom, I was then forced into the bathtub full of ice blocks and water. Every inch of my body felt it. I was being held back into the water so I couldn't get out. I felt like I was dying, slowly. I swear, I went from drunk to sober. My brain was finally working properly again.

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.

’ I asked myself, trying to see if I felt differently, but aside from feeling slight sympathy for the loss of his uncle and a slight understanding of his mental state, I found it hard to excuse what he did. I feel a man should have more self control than that. “A drunken state is more than how you see it, Becca. Being tipsy is totally different from being drunk, ask any specialist. They will tell you it is a state that can make one see himself in heaven while on the lowest of the earth. There is no way I would have taken advantage of anybody not to talk of a young girl if I had been in my right senses. It show how far gone I was that I could even contemplate sleeping with a total stranger wi

The alcohol sank deeper into Daniel’s body with each minute that passed, softening the sharp points of his thoughts but never quite making them disappear. Everything just became fuzzy, like looking through a window that was dirty. Nothing was clear, but it was all still there. His fingers wrapped loosely around the glass in front of him. The cold felt a little bit on his skin. He couldn’t remember how many drinks he’d had. It didn’t matter. The burning in his throat felt normal now, almost nice because it was always the same.

❝Well, I'm going to remind you,❞ he said, which made her nervous. She doesn't know why. She feels nervous, maybe because she doesn't really remember anything, and she's also afraid to think that she might have done something crazy. It's like that when we get drunk, we do things that are out of our control, because sometimes too much alcohol controls our actions. These are the things that reveal the nastiness that we hide in our bodies. We act without thinking, and sometimes, unfortunately, we do something that we will regret the next day when we wake up.

Alone with my thoughts, I lifted the glass to my lips. In the midst of the crowded room's pulsating energy, my thoughts echoed aloud, "Another drink won't heal a shattered heart. But perhaps, just perhaps, it will blur the sharp edges of this agony, even if only for a brief moment." As the rich amber liquid cascaded down my throat, I welcomed the familiar burn accompanying each sip. Music blended with tumultuous thoughts, providing a temporary haven from the cruel reality I desperately wanted to escape. In this altered state, memories of their betrayal played like a broken record in my mind. Each swig from the glass became a futile attempt to wash away the bitter taste of deceit. The room sp

The thought made my stomach twist with jealousy. Unable to control my thoughts while being sober, I decided to head to a bar close by. I needed a drink to calm my nerves and distract myself from the thoughts that were swirling in my head. As I walked into the bar, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Where was Regina, and what was she doing?

so romantic' 'Ohhh, that sucks' 'Hope the kiss won't come again' 'she's so in hell' that last one kinda get me, I look over at Hanna and I felt myself shuffling her mind, her face widen in surprise, she must have felt the force, that haven't happened to me before, I can only hear immediate thought not shuffle through someone's mind, it must have been the rage, yes I have rage...when I'm so mad, I just have the effect.

It was more as a result of a hangover which wasn’t that bad but was entirely my fault. I wasn’t even drunk in any way last night. Perhaps a little but not to the extent of feeling sober. Just do not know why I was reacting opposite to how I always feel after having a lot to drink. Oh, I forgot that having that much was still synonymous with getting myself badly drunk to stupor. ‘You still haven’t told me why we felt that way yesterday,’ I decide to do something to keep myself busy so I chose to speak with my spirit wolf in my head. There were a few things I needed to consider.