I've always hoped that when I get drunk, I would forget; that when my head is already spinning, I would never be able to remember the reason why I had one shot that led to a number I couldn't count. But here I am, sprawled on my bathroom floor without an ounce of energy to crawl back to my bed. Here I am staring at the shower curtain that is slowly becoming a movie screen, flashing a supercut of our memories. I've been trying to forget you but there's a part of me that wants all of this mess. There's always a part of me that wants to get drunk every night so I could shamelessly and mindlessly relive everything that we were.
–Myka. M. Obinque
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