Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Novelas e Histórias

If it weren’t for the fuming energy radiating from a few feet away, I probably would’ve stared at it to pass the time a little faster. “...Think you’re sober enough now to tell me what the fuck you were thinking back there, Sawyer? You should be, they had to pump your fucking stomach to prevent alcohol poisoning. I still can’t believe this shit. Like, you could’ve drowned. Does that mean anything to you?” You wouldn’t get it, be grateful for that.

My body felt unbearably heavy, as though gravity had suddenly decided to claim me. I wasn’t pressured to continue the conversation that I’d started. I knew I shouldn’t have bothered him, but alcohol always severed the connection between my brain and my mouth. Once I’d had too much to drink, thoughts escaped before I could stop them. I drew my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them as I stared blankly ahead. The alcohol made my limbs heavy, but it couldn’t quiet my thoughts. The silence between us lasted very long. Ethan hadn’t said anything; he was giving me the space to work through my drunken state. I wanted to crawl somewhere and shut my eyes. The idea of falling into a safe sense of

I expected her to take the chance, the open opportunity I was giving her to leave this awkward situation but it seemed Esmarie wasn’t willing to let this night end awkwardly. “How about a movie? I don’t feel like sleeping, and I think you don’t either.” I smiled and nodded. As she left to select a movie, I quickly did the dishes and found my hands reaching toward the liquor cabinet. I stopped myself before I could, and instead, I went to the fridge to grab some of the sweets I kept there. So I could keep my mouth busy. I should fuck someone..... my mind is feeling like a mess. I haven’t been this sober in years. I know it’s been just a day, but god, I never knew how much I needed those drink

"Or did you forget that?" "You're swaying." He gritted his teeth before snatching the half-empty wine glass from my hands. "Am I?" My eyes grew wide. "No wonder I feel like flying. This is so fun!" I chuckled. "What were you thinking?" "Thinking? Oh, I'm not thinking anything. I drank this so I don't have to think anything. My thoughts were getting mean, you know? I had to stop them." I said and snatched the wine glass from his hand before downing it all in one gulp.

His eyes remained fixed on my face the entire time. May he rot in prison. *** My thoughts became incoherent as the hours passed, and I continued drinking, one shot after another, in some random bar. It was exactly what I wanted. To have my mind empty, my body on autopilot, just waving to the bartender to fill my glass once more.

"You're pathetic!... His damn voices replaying again, poisoning the air, they sang out of my ears, and threatened to me go mad, no... Let's rephrase. The awful god forsaken voices threatened to make me more madder than I already was. Why don't you drink one more bottle,since this would soon become your daily habit once she's finally taken away from you. Yet again my damn thoughts start to hunt me, and I can't stop it. She'll actually get married to him and walk down the aisle right in your fucking face... You'll watch and do nothing. You will be nobody... The awful whispers dancing in my head, I open yet again another bottle lid, before pouring down the dark looking death to ease my torture,

While she was thinking about what had happened to Brendan yesterday during the run, she couldn't help asking, "Sterling, let me ask you something. Will we recall something from a long time ago after getting drunk?" Sterling thought for a while. "It's not impossible. The mind is uncontrollable when drunk, and the brain will occasionally deceive itself, such as occasionally going back in time to the student days and making you think that you still have to go to school." Deirdre nodded. It seemed that she really worried too much yesterday. … "Mr. Brighthall, you've arrived?" Emily got up from her seat. "I ordered a glass of milk for you, and we'll start after you finish drinking it."

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

It was too hard to see anything beyond his thoughts. He turned the radio on as he drove. He needed something to clear his mind. He started to think that maybe he needed a drink more. He really didn’t like to drink. Right now, he didn’t care, though. He needed the thoughts to stop. He needed the feelings to stop. He was so tired already.

Because if it was the latter, I didn't appreciate his teasing at a moment like this where I was trying my best to make a sensible conversation. "Yes," I said. "I can handle alcohol, and it generally never messes with my mind. I think it just gives me a push to do something I wouldn't have the courage to do had I been sober. But I can assure you, although I wouldn't have done it, my intentions would have been same had I been sober last night." Nodding his head, he shrugged back at me, "Same with me. And I meant everything I said last night."