After a good night of fun...

After a good night of fun you see yourself climbing upstairs in a clumpsy way. You had a good night independently from who was there. Your brain cannot stop while nothing is going around you do feel like an obsever of your own self. You wonder so many things... How did you get here? A friend wakes up and wonders if you are doing fine. So you start asking youself how much you spent tonight... you have no idea. How did everything happen? Why did everything happen? You wonder in which moment everything died and went to waste. Your rommmate will come soon, hopefully before you have to leave to go back home. The good thing of home is that it represents another world where pain barely exists. You ask yourself... How could I be so stupid? It has been an entire year and you remain an anonymous character, no one wondered who you are, they just judged you, but who the heck cares about that? In the end you are alone on your bed, writing for the effects of several things to go away and your rommate to come back home.