WHO WILL DRY YOUR EYES, WHEN IT FALLS APART?

RAIN

I am having the time of my life.

I think I have made new friends as they invite me to their place and continue the fun. I don't know them. I don't think I care enough to wonder if they have good intentions or not, as long as there is booze.

My mission tonight is to get wasted and blackout. I am determined to forget who I am and just float away.

There is booze and lots of it at that. I can feel that I am starting to get tired. I hate it. Why does my body have to fail me when I need it always? When has it never failed me when I want something, it goes the opposite direction.

If I want to keep going, it says that it has had enough.

Urgh. Whatever, I guess I will just go sit on the stairs for a bit then continue with the bender.

"I don't think you should drink again," a girl smiles at me. I narrow my eyes, trying to remember who she is.

Oh, right! She is the one who invited me to this place.