So I was out last night but today I am lacking in the hangover department. Oh, it gets better. I only spent £15, including getting home! A strange occurence these days seeing as we're bailing out Italy. But anyway, I realised I woke up without having terrifyingly embarrassing flashbacks to yesterday evenings activities.
I usually find myself looking off into the distance as a new memory springs to mind and BAM! I close my eyes and shake my head because I have disgusted myself. But today, it feels different. I'm furiously staring into the distance waiting for this startling realisation to creep me out but it never comes. I feel like i've made a development in life! Either that or I felt far to sick to continue drinking beyond what I already had.
So, my point here, be it presented very loosely is why do I put myself through the morbid embarrassment of a night out? Why do I tell myself over and over again that I can't wait to get steaming but I end up wishing the bed covers would smother me completely? I guess I've tried to portray I'm fun when actually alcohol makes me boke now and it's a one way ticket to embarrassment.
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This issue is completely over publicised but in this case i'm not telling you that alcohol is killing you, or you drink too much or you're cooler than I am - in which case you are - but what i'm saying here is wtf makes me become someone I completely hate? I'm the most annoying arse when I drink and people have to tell me things. I'm 21, I need to get over myself. If I don't get drunk then that's fine, and if I do I need to tone the fuck down.
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