You. Waking up. With a hangover. Every time.
When you gotta face the day despite the residual rosé smell coming out of your pores.
When your phone can’t just give you a break.
When simply taking four and half steps feels like running a fucking marathon.
When you realize the mistakes you made and that you have to go on in spite of them all.
How you feel when your eyes are open.
When your friend has the audacity to suggest that you “exercise it off!!!1!”
Because this is going to be you for the next 8 to 36 hours. (No judgement.)
When someone comments on you showing up late to wherever you were supposed to be.
When you can’t go on any longer and the hangover is winning.
When someone asks, “You feeling okay?”
When someone suggests getting McDonald’s breakfast to make you feel better.
When everything is just too much for your sensitive self.
When you think about how you got to this point.
When someone says, “You’re probably fine! My hangovers aren’t that bad at all.”
A perfect encapsulation of the internal struggle of you vs. your hangover.
When you try to put together the pieces of HOW you got to where you are right now.
When THAT asshole is like, “Well did you drink enough water?”
What you wish you could say to all the Chatty Cathys at work.
When you just deserve some peace, quiet, darkness, and immaturity.
How you feel about anyone who says, “Yeah you look kinda hungover…”
The only thing that sounds good to you in your current state.
When you wish someone would just be there for you.
When you see no other alternative than attempting to outsmart the liquor.
When you just need to get to the point.