i was wrong about you. i thought you were like me. i thought we were both broken, but neither of us ever were. you were barely scratched, you healed, you came out unscathed. and as for me, there wasn’t really much to be broken, i wasn’t much to start with anyways.
All I want right now is a drink. Well actually quite a few. Just to drink it all away. Everyone leaving. Finals. The fact that apparently I do not love my boyfriend. All the drama. Everyones crap. Just drink and dance it all away. What the hell. Why not. just get trashed. Not care what anyone else thinks. That sounds wonderful.
bartender? Um, yes, may I have a shot of tequila and then just keep it coming? Thank you dear.