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-I took a deep breath and continued-: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I do it every, every, every time It's only when I'm lonely Sometimes I just wanna cave And I don't wanna fight I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely. -I looked at the mother-: Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore - now to the dad-: and daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor -then to the girls- : To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before. I'm so sorry, I'm not sober... Anymore. -my gaze for some reason looked for Connor, I felt my eyes filling with tears as well as the others-. I'm sorry to my futu

God help me. He didn't even say a word as he wore it on me. "I'm not wearing a bra? Where's my other bra?" I asked. "Can you stop talking already? You've been a nuisance all night and I'm trying so hard to tolerate you know that you're sober." That hurt. I was a nuisance? "Well, I'm sorry. When people get drunk..they just don't know how to control themselves and end up being a nuisance to whoever was with them. Why didn't you let Dante take me? He would not be complaining, anyways." I sighed.

Me: Hey uhm yeah I'm still coming : ) And uhm no I don't drink Jonathan (new boy): We'll change that tonight ♡ I just left him on read I mean what do I say? I don't want everyone to know I have schizophrenia. I haven't had an episode since last year. The meds they prescribed are working I guess Checking the time it's still 12 pm let me just pass the time. Opening my laptop I go onto N*****x. I started watching The Five Juana's. Pausing the film I head out of my room to make microwaveable popcorn

Drunk me, is not a good thing and I remember in my hazy stupor why this is not something I ever do to myself. I am an emotional mess, sobbing into my own lap on the floor and cradling my umpteenth cocktail of hard liquor while pulling my mental state into disarray.

Anna queried. “I don’t know, Ann. I can't stop because I am addicted, and Alcohol is the only way I know to deal with my grief. If I abstain, that is if I even can, then I will feel empty with nothing to nudge my useless life ahead.” She replied and paused.

says Esteban listing with his hands "You are small both in size and age. You're a baby, so you can't buy liquor." "And you can?" I ask teasingly. We're only a year apart, so even though she's older than me, she's still not old enough to buy and ingest alcohol. She clears her throat. "Besides, you're injured so you'll be taking medicine and medicine with beer, not a good combination." I snatch my soda from her. "Did you come here to annoy me? Because if so, you already did so get the hell out" I say looking at the TV screen.

I say sourly. "Hey, I'm not the one who came up with the idea." "Well, you shouldn't even be considering it. I think I'm drunk," I retort. "That's cute," he grimaces. "But I'd like to point out that what you're drinking is a non-alcoholic drink. I specifically asked them not to give you alcohol because I was barely able to coax you away from the jaws of death when you were sober. What are the odds of me being able to do that when you're pi$$ed?"

Raven I’m three cups of soda water into the night when Anaya finally notices. “Wait.” She sets her drink down and squints at me across the table, the VIP corner dim and quiet enough that we can actually hear each other over the music thumping through the rest of the club. “Is there something wrong with your health that I don’t know about?” “No.” I laugh. “Why would you even think that?” “You haven’t had a single drink all night.” “I’m just not in the mood.”

George nodded as if he was allowing me to speak this time. “Why are you doing this? You don’t even know us, me, especially,” I asked with honest confusion and disbelief. I wasn’t drunk. I was fearless,yes. I was also straightforward, I admit guilty to all of them, but I was in total awe and bewilderment if everything that was happening was just an effect of the coke that we were given for free.

{Enzo POV} The shock in her eyes as she stared at me was amusing. She must’ve thought no one was in the room. “Why can’t you fall for me?” I asked, swirling the liquor in my glass. My mind had been clouded since Mr. Lucky told me about the lighter, the anger, the helplessness that clawed inside me. Drinking was the only thing that ever helped me let those thoughts fade, even for a while. But now, staring at Naomi as she battled with her own feelings was far more interesting than the drink itself.