Taylor
I was not that wasted. But maybe because of the stress and worry, the five bottles of beer quickly unhooked me from my normal self. I wasn't complaining though. We drink to get drunk, and when we get drunk the fun begins. But in my case, I got drunk to forget and ease the pain. I wanted to get drunk to stop myself from worrying and thinking about him.
But unfortunately, the more I got drunk, the more I thought of him. The more I let myself get lost in the thought that he loved me and he was willing to give up everything for us. The more I got drunk, the more I felt him. Like a monster in my head that kept on nagging me about the idea of us together, happy and getting what we both wanted. I was so f*****g tempted. I was a mess in the head.
I kept on thinking about him especially i
