So I go to this last minute Halloween party. I'm really happy about it cause I was sure that I'd missed all celebratory activities. So anyway, my friend comes over, we get a nice schoolgirl outfit together, I'm looking really cheap and tacky, we have a few beers and dinner then head on over. I really don't know what the hell happened, but one minute I'm totally fine, next minute I am just totally fucking drunk. Like falling down cant put on my shoes drunk.
So I stumble home pretty helplessly. I think I fell down twice on the way. I'm not entirely sure, I just know that I have a huge scrape on my knee. It takes me like 30 minutes to unlock my door. I just couldnt get the key in the hole. At one point, I just gave up, I was convinced that I'd never get in, so I sat down, vomited and wallowed in my self pity (and vomit). Apparently I eventually managed to get in, shuck all my clothes right then and there and make my way to the bed. That was wednesday. Thursday I could barely move without having my stomach lurch. In all it took me 2 days just to recover. Friday I found a shoe from my costume outside in front of my building... but I came in through the back. Damn, I never get this drunk. Or practically never and a few beers has never done this to me. I really don't know what the hell happened.
And now the weird thing is that since that night, I've been having non stop nightmares. Like one after the other. I never have nightmares. I cant even remember the last time I had one. And they're growing in intensity. I had one last night that's still kind of bothering me. There's this one image that's just burned into my memory. And when I couldn't get back to sleep, I started having paranoid thoughts that something happened to me that night and I just don't remember it. It's totally fucking with me and I really don't know what to make of it all.
So I stumble home pretty helplessly. I think I fell down twice on the way. I'm not entirely sure, I just know that I have a huge scrape on my knee. It takes me like 30 minutes to unlock my door. I just couldnt get the key in the hole. At one point, I just gave up, I was convinced that I'd never get in, so I sat down, vomited and wallowed in my self pity (and vomit). Apparently I eventually managed to get in, shuck all my clothes right then and there and make my way to the bed. That was wednesday. Thursday I could barely move without having my stomach lurch. In all it took me 2 days just to recover. Friday I found a shoe from my costume outside in front of my building... but I came in through the back. Damn, I never get this drunk. Or practically never and a few beers has never done this to me. I really don't know what the hell happened.
And now the weird thing is that since that night, I've been having non stop nightmares. Like one after the other. I never have nightmares. I cant even remember the last time I had one. And they're growing in intensity. I had one last night that's still kind of bothering me. There's this one image that's just burned into my memory. And when I couldn't get back to sleep, I started having paranoid thoughts that something happened to me that night and I just don't remember it. It's totally fucking with me and I really don't know what to make of it all.