Story unlike me
Sometimes she's quiet. Usually she's guarded, but tonight she won't be. She'll be open and loud; maybe a little obnoxious. She doesn't mean too be, but she can't help it. She can't stand herself anymore. She doesn't want to be shy and afraid of what people will think of her.
She indulges herself with alcohol. There are people there. Just a few. She asks herself if she thinks this is right. She answers: she doesn't care. She thinks that the guy in the green is really cute and the guy in the red is really cute, too. She knows she can't have them because they won't want her. There are so many things on her mind. It feels like it's going to explode. She drinks more. That cute guy in green offers her more; pushing her to the limit. Before she knows it she's verbally puking. Everything on her mind is coming out. She's on the ground and laughing. It must be the contact high because she didn't smoke any. Red is helping her up and being a gentleman. Green is offering her more. Does she take it? She does. She just can't help it. Red says she shouldn't, but she doesn't care because she likes being this way and it's green. She can't say no to him. She's liking this. She likes the open her. The one that isn't afraid to say 'hey green you are really cute'. The one that isn't afraid to say anything stupid. The one that isn't afraid to vocalize her issues about herself. She easily indulges the questions unlike normally when one word answers would do. Now she elaborates and can't stop laughing. She likes this. Everything is spinning now. She falls down again. They help her to the car. She won't go in until she hugs green. She does and he's warm. She kisses him. It's great. She gets in the car and red is next to her. He's a great pillow. Strong and warm. She's half awake half asleep. She never wants to go home. They bring her home. She kisses red. He's so warm. She doesn't want to leave. She crashes to the front door and up the stairs and passes out on her bed. In the morning she wakes up and is still dizzy. She looks in the mirror and sees not herself, but someone completely different. No more shyness or timidness. She was forward to guys unlike many other times.
She asks her mirror self a question. Was it worth it?
I'm not sure yet
If I say yes am I bad person?
If I say no am I denying my true self?
I don't know
She indulges herself with alcohol. There are people there. Just a few. She asks herself if she thinks this is right. She answers: she doesn't care. She thinks that the guy in the green is really cute and the guy in the red is really cute, too. She knows she can't have them because they won't want her. There are so many things on her mind. It feels like it's going to explode. She drinks more. That cute guy in green offers her more; pushing her to the limit. Before she knows it she's verbally puking. Everything on her mind is coming out. She's on the ground and laughing. It must be the contact high because she didn't smoke any. Red is helping her up and being a gentleman. Green is offering her more. Does she take it? She does. She just can't help it. Red says she shouldn't, but she doesn't care because she likes being this way and it's green. She can't say no to him. She's liking this. She likes the open her. The one that isn't afraid to say 'hey green you are really cute'. The one that isn't afraid to say anything stupid. The one that isn't afraid to vocalize her issues about herself. She easily indulges the questions unlike normally when one word answers would do. Now she elaborates and can't stop laughing. She likes this. Everything is spinning now. She falls down again. They help her to the car. She won't go in until she hugs green. She does and he's warm. She kisses him. It's great. She gets in the car and red is next to her. He's a great pillow. Strong and warm. She's half awake half asleep. She never wants to go home. They bring her home. She kisses red. He's so warm. She doesn't want to leave. She crashes to the front door and up the stairs and passes out on her bed. In the morning she wakes up and is still dizzy. She looks in the mirror and sees not herself, but someone completely different. No more shyness or timidness. She was forward to guys unlike many other times.
She asks her mirror self a question. Was it worth it?
I'm not sure yet
If I say yes am I bad person?
If I say no am I denying my true self?
I don't know