I'M NOT SORRY, EMILY

EMILY'S POV 

I groaned in pain, covering my head with the pillow. I've been awake for some minutes now and I felt like dying.

My head was thudding and it felt like it could explode any minute. It made me feel like I was dying. Maybe I was. 

I was never drinking as much as I did again yesterday, not with the way I'm feeling now. Whoever made alcohol needed to be jailed.

He was a crazy genius. It was great and nice to drink until you woke up the following morning with a hangover and a splitting headache. 

I wonder how I would have gotten to work today if today wasn't Saturday. It's already 10 am and I don't feel any better. Alexander might have just fired me if I had gone to work this way, looking so miserable.

Why did I drink so much in the first place anyways?