~Mia~
Five shots of tequila . . . It was the amount it took for me to loosen up and convince myself that I deserve to have fun. Andi knew if she challenged me to drink every time I mentioned being upset, I’d find a way to have a good time or get drunk off my a*s. Either way, she won, and I wasn’t complaining.
I didn’t like how bitter I’d become. Being scorned twice by love had a way of making a person focus on nothing but the horrible things in their life. It made them angry, and anger led to resentment. Resentment led to bitterness. In the end, the only thing left was a miserable person no one would want to be near.
At least I’d proven to Andi and myself that I could still have fun. It felt good too. Being carefree wasn’t my usual style, but stressing over everything in my life wasn’t
