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Ke$ha - Hungover (Synopsis)

Ke$ha – Hungover

Waking up from a bitter taste in my mouth wasn’t a pleasure for me today. When I tried to get off the bed, I found an arm on top my chest. Apparently, I was naked and so was the girl next to me. I tried to get a look of her face but she moved away at the sudden movement which she withdrew her hand from my chest.

I recognized the room I was in was not mine but found my handphone on the floor. I picked it up and checked for the time. Then, my mobile started beeping as a flood of text messages and missed call appeared on the screen.

They were all from Natalie, my ex whom I broke up the day before yesterday. Images of her lying in bed with somebody else but me started appeared. I hated that.

Why do I have this guilty feeling that it was my entire fault?

Was it my fault she hooked up with every guy she sees?

Was it my fault she couldn’t make it to all recent our dates?

Was it my fault of letting her go after seeing a guy peck her on the cheeks?

I’ve been patient for five years being with her. She never changed from the beginning. Did I give her too much freedom? She always poured her heart out to me but I never did because I never wanted to been seen weak in front of her.  

My head felt like it was hit by 8.0 scale earthquake and there was nothing worth saving especially memories of her.

Then, my cellphone suddenly ring and it was her calling again at seven in the morning. She never wakes up this early. Looking at the time of the missed calls and the messages she sent, it was throughout two days, two hours gaps. She probably wants her stuffs back from my place, that made me laugh. My current location was nowhere near my place, most likely.  

The phone didn’t stop ringing and it made the girl woke up and slurred me to answer it.

There were two options for me: 1) Reject call or 2) Answer call

The light flashes in sync with the phone vibration made my eyes felt tired all of sudden.

The girl on the bed threw a pillow at me, so I rejected the call despite the possibilities she was worried for me and she has been looking for me since I had not been home for days. That, maybe, she wants us to get back together. But that would be lying to myself that Santa Claus exists and we all know Santa Claus don’t exists. That same law applies to Natalie wanting me back.

It was just not possible. I just want to get back in bed with the girl and sleep off this ‘hangover’.