I start out fun. Buzzed enough to have a good time, make people laugh, socialize, ect.

Then I start mixing drinks and chugging them in the kitchen, or down a can of something when no one can see. (My booze, of course. I never drank anyone else’s.)

I get messy. People can’t figure out why because they only saw me with three drinks, tops. I usually end up arguing with someone. I lose track of how much I drink.

Maybe we go somewhere. I’m too loud, I’m screaming. I all of a sudden get sad or angry and in my too-drunk state, my little grasp on emotional control is totally gone. I’ll text, call, pick fights with my boyfriend, eventually make it somewhere and wake up in the morning with a headache, embarrassed of what I said/did/acted like, embarrassed because I know there’s much more, I just can’t remember.

So, yeah. That’s what I’m like drunk. Which is the reason why I don’t drink much anymore.