My head sore.
With every step I took, I felt heavy. The throbbing pain in my brain felt almost as if I had those electric shocks in the head they do in asylums or psychiatric wards. I’m crazy for even thinking of it like that—maybe I ended up crazy yesterday.
Oh god.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t remember what happened yesterday because I remember every detail. I just refuse to recall every single bit of it because it was far too embarrassing to even start talking about. I knew Mark came out of nowhere. I knew Sophee came to fetch me. I knew a server helped me out. I remember dancing my butt out to people I didn’t know. I smashed glass. I know I said a lot of crap - and I might have blurted out stuff no one was supposed to hear.
Crap, I feel foolish.
When I reached our room, Sophee r
