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Last year I sat down with a large bottle of Vodka and oranges. I had experienced that “buzz” feeling before, but could never relate to the people who always talked about getting drunk. I figured I’d give it a try. I accomplished my twisted goal, but at what cost? I remember being on the phone with an ex boyfriend, or at least the first 2 hours of it. Who knows how much I said the other 2. I vomited all over the bathroom multiple times, sink, toilet, tub and floor. And the best part? I woke up in a puddle of it a good while later. I had a horrible hangover that lasted roughly a week. (Alcohol poisoning. I might have died if I hadn’t puked so much) Not to mention my apartment reeked for months regardless of how much I cleaned it.
It’s not cool, it’s not fun, it’s dangerous and pointless. It’s by far my biggest regret.
