Never miss a party.
I'm shivering, wet, and soaked in mud. I immediately regret this decision. I mean, yes, I couldn't stand her, and at the time, we were having a lot of vodka cranberries. It seemed like an excellent idea, but now I don't think it was good. Who am I kidding? The idea was awful. Terrible actually. I love vodka and cranberry together. The tart with the sweetness of juice mixed together is so naughty but nice. I couldn't get enough. My gut wrenched at the sight of it. Everyone else was chatting away, but I couldn't help but stare silently. It was grey and stiff-looking. I didn't think bodies got so gross so fast. Was that usually a thing? I guess without blood and stuff, things shut down? I need to get it together. The cocaine, one pill, some powder of something, adrenaline, and vodka buzz was long gone, and it was just me now. I pretended to stretch as people looked my way, pointing my shoulder down to the ground and reaching my arm out, yawning, making an ahhh noise. I'm screwed.