The aftermath of drinking was always the worst part. I really don’t like drinking much, I rarely drink much because I hate the feeling of being drunk, the idea of doing things you wouldn’t remember the next morning, the sensitivity to voice and light and the splitting headache. Whenever I think about their things that comes with being drunk, I get discouraged and don’t end up drinking. The whole thing just sound painful.
Yesterday was really different. I just wanted to feel alive, to feel the things I can’t feel without alcohol in my system. I just really wanted to drink, and Antonio wasn’t really the best partner to drink with, but I had no option so I drank with him and permit me to say I mate the best mistake of my entire life.
I should’ve never dressed up and go with him to that pa
