I wish that I didn't feel so brave after one too many drinks. That feeling of being big and confident and caring only for the present minute and not the future... it's nice, in a way, because I kind of forget myself for a while, and it's like living in a world where nothing matters. You don't judge anyone and no one judges you, because you're all in the same boat. But then when all of that has run its course, things aren't so great. And stuff I didn't care about when I was running on a high suddenly weighs much heavier on my mind. And then I realize that I've dug myself into yet another hole that I don't know how to get out of.
In future, I should just get drunk quietly, and keep my mouth shut. 'Cos god knows that shit happens when I start talking without a care in the world.
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