Dear Drunk Self,
You and I have this relationship that is the love/hate sort of thing.
I hate you in the mornings when I’m the one nursing that hangover.
I hate you for taking that shot and insisting on taking more.
I hate you for thinking you were the richest person at the bar and buying everyone drinks.
I hate you for going to the ATM, in a black out, and taking out more money than we agreed to.
I hate you for your dance moves.
And the way you embarrassed me at the club.
I hate it when you talk to everyone
Even the people you don’t like.
I hate you in those times you do something insane.
And for the times you drunkenly lie
Then you become that girl who’s always the one to cry
I hate you when hooked up with your ex
I hate you for your drunk calls.
“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.�?
Because in reality there’s a confidence to you that I even I can’t shake.
We seem to not give a fuck when we show up at any place.
Because I love you for the time, you cursed off the ex that hurt you.
We both know I wouldn’t have done that.
I love you for those moments that seem happy and full of bliss.
Because we both know sober me wouldn’t act that carefree.
I love how bold you are like the time you just went up and started kissing our crush.
I love you even more for waking up next to him.
I love how you manage to drink for free and can get anyone to buy you a beer.
I love you for the honest things you say. Even though it’s not always clear.
We have this love-hate relationship that I can’t seem to deny
I claim to hate you but really it’s a lie.
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