#hangxiety

[mikosscorpion]

got too nosy and just found out what i did last night!!

heres me embarrassing myself rq:

i kept calling my gf papi IN PUBLIC, got carried out of the party by said gf, FORGOT I SPOKE ENGLISH (gf doesnt speak spanish so she was cooked), fell asleep in the bath tub after throwing up, and cried myself to sleep last night bcz i luv my gf even tho she was right next to me.

safe to say, i had a time last night!

[fauxpapi]

“You must be fun to hang out with”

Yea sure *flashes back to the time I was at a party and I asked “where the hoes at” and the whole party collectively decided I should leave *

[senu102929]

Me when drinking:

Me the next 48 hrs:

[die4nami]

everything hurts

[wlwarhammer]

Having hangxiety when you didn’t black out and have nothing to be embarrassed about is like being a prophet but you only get visions of other, doomed timelines

[yallnotogso]

i wish the morning debrief didn’t have to happen because I kissed who? I slapped who? I danced on who? let’s not talk abt it actually

[the-rose-and-its-thorns]

my least favorite thing about alcohol is the way i forget.

drunkenness induces the deepest conversations and most honest answers, yet these moments are lost between my fourth and fifth glass of wine. the edges are blurred, making me question whether i imagined the intimate way he held my hand or if he looked me in the eyes before he left. i replay my tipsy nights. i wonder if i said anything embarrassing. in fact, i spend weeks with it in the back of mind - maybe i said something that pushed them away.

it’s just fuzzy enough to blame on me.

sometimes memories come back in flashes, like fireflies lighting up for a second before disappearing again. oh - did he say - now i can’t remember; it’s gone again.

i wish the loose lips didn’t come with a loose memory. i want to replay the feeling of your skin, but it gets harder to recall. i want to remember the name of your aunt, but that was our last conversation. too many gaps are filled by imagination.

it’s alcohol’s greatest allure and deepest tragedy; the loss of memory.

[ruinedheadspace]

my reaction after hearing how blackout me acted in the club