just thinking about you.

pretty bride

grapejuice

"I don't."

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"You know I wasn't always like this? Sad and miserable."

"I used to be full of life, I would stand up for myself, tell people how I felt..."

"Now look at me, pouring my heart out to a stranger."

By now my glass was empty, I waved at the bartender who understood the signal to fill my glass.

Classy women drink wine.

My mother used to always say that. I could never be like her, she was an angel...I wonder what she would think of me now.

"Ugh my head is throbbing..."

I reach up to pull three flower clips out of my hair. Between those and the music banging, my brain couldn't take anymore.

"My mother-in-law gave me these," I let out a drunken giggle. "It's funny how she can still give me a headache even when she's not around, the witch."

"Ok, pretty lady, I think that's enough for you tonight, is there anyone I can call for you?"

"Nope, there's no one around who cares about me...anymore."

"Where's your phone? Lemme see, let's get you somewhere safe."

I pass the bartender my phone.

"You can try, but I had to grow up, I ruined everything."