Tonight we decided to host a party for all the American students before we all leave Nantes and now all I have to show for it is a broken door on my dorm room's furniture and 2 random papercuts on my right thumb.
I don't know why I do this at every party I go to. I know I should stop drinking earlier but I just seem to keep my cup full. Sometimes I wonder if this is just some sort of legacy that is destined to play itself out in me or a need to escape myself for a few minutes. But the ending is the same: I am drunk.
I worry about so many things that I don't talk about but the red wine, white wine, rum, vodka makes all that disappear for a few minutes. I still hold myself together behind everything my mouth is saying but when I've drunk I am free.
But I know when I wake up the door will be broken and all the things I said would be regrets if I could remember them. But I won't remember and I will find a way to fix the door. And I will move on with my life.
And in two days, two years, this will be nothing more than half a memory and I will probably still be trying to escape it all. That is a sad reality, but then again most realities are sad. So I accept it and let it be.
I don't know why I do this at every party I go to. I know I should stop drinking earlier but I just seem to keep my cup full. Sometimes I wonder if this is just some sort of legacy that is destined to play itself out in me or a need to escape myself for a few minutes. But the ending is the same: I am drunk.
I worry about so many things that I don't talk about but the red wine, white wine, rum, vodka makes all that disappear for a few minutes. I still hold myself together behind everything my mouth is saying but when I've drunk I am free.
But I know when I wake up the door will be broken and all the things I said would be regrets if I could remember them. But I won't remember and I will find a way to fix the door. And I will move on with my life.
And in two days, two years, this will be nothing more than half a memory and I will probably still be trying to escape it all. That is a sad reality, but then again most realities are sad. So I accept it and let it be.
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