Dec 2013
Drink one
My eyes grow heavy
I sit in a fold out chair
In the corner of the living room
Drink two
I zone out
To the sound of the rest of my family getting riled up about who knows what
I want to join in
But then again
I don't
Drink three
Things start to get fuzzy
My words slur
I decide to join in after all
Drink four
It's probably a bad idea
To say whatever comes to mind
Laying on the bathroom floor
Drink five
This was supposed to be fun
Not a nightmare
My sister cries into my cousin's arms
As I laugh to myself
*Blackout
My eyes grow heavy
I sit in a fold out chair
In the corner of the living room
Drink two
I zone out
To the sound of the rest of my family getting riled up about who knows what
I want to join in
But then again
I don't
Drink three
Things start to get fuzzy
My words slur
I decide to join in after all
Drink four
It's probably a bad idea
To say whatever comes to mind
Laying on the bathroom floor
Drink five
This was supposed to be fun
Not a nightmare
My sister cries into my cousin's arms
As I laugh to myself
*Blackout
