5*9*04 short description of 12:17 AM
1. ...and the party goes on without me. 2. i can't drink like everyone else can, however, normally i am okay with this. 3. but tonight, for some reason, while everyone's downstairs having a good time, being drunk with each other [in their own little incoherent world], i'm still slightly sober [but on painkillers for my back/joints]. 4. i'll never be able to drink like everyone else can. 5. nor am i funny enough with what little druggage i am on. 6. so i'll make sure all the company stays drunk, and i'll clean up the messes and keep bottles/cups in their hands. 7. the weekend has been all right thus far. 8. sometimes i just get sad about nothing. 9. i'm not even sure why i'm writing this from a computer that isn't mine while my friends enjoy themselves in separate rooms, surely not noticing the fact that i'm gone. 10. surprise! 11. it's springtime. 12. [insert memorable flashbacks here.] 13. someday they'll think i'm beautiful too.
regress /progress
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