the slurs of a semi drunk girl.

i was already feeling shitty when i left home approximately four hours ago. but i thought, "fuck it", i'm gonna drink and talk and dance and have a good time. well, i drank, and i talked, there was no dancing and i didn't have a good time. but not from lack of trying. i faked a smile and faked many many laughs. any other day i would have had a blast, not today. i was feeling so shitty that for the first time in my life i asked to be taken home. i just wanted to be home, a place where i can cry in peace. i asked my cousin to take me home and she agreed immediately. we were in the car and over her shoulder she reached for my hand and she held it tightly. i fought hard to keep the tears from coming and i succeeded, just barely. i needed that comforting hand and eventhough i'm crying now, i needed to know someone understood. and eventhough my situation is stupid and ridiculous and hard to understand, i know that at that moment, my cousin understood what i was feeling. i'm okay with being hurt when you're around. it's almost part of the deal. but you're not around anymore, please stop hurting. i was gonna write a whole bunch of shit but the booze won't allow me to do so.


- "lo que a tu lado fui, me lo guardare. solo pido que deje de doler." Julieta Venegas.