Amy's POV
"Can you stop drinking Amy? You're going to hurt yourself." Stacy said, trying to stop me from drinking but it was clearly not working.
The best thing at this moment for me is to drink myself to death. What else can I do? Look at everything that has been happening to me. Do I deserve this? I didn't do anything wrong, why does it feel like everyone is against me having a normal life?
"Will you listen to me and stop? We've been here at this bar for hours and all you've been doing is drinking. We didn't plan to come to a bar you know?" She scolded me.
"Does it matter? We're here already okay?" I replied in a drunken state.
We indeed didn't plan to come to a bar but I changed my mind right after because I wanted to drink my sorrow away. Coffee would only keep me awake, or ev
