I decided to stop leading such a depressive life and try to make friends. It’s working surprisingly well, actually. Mainly because I’ve discovered alcohol. And no, I have not become some sort of closet drinker. But after being known as the “designated walker” for going out to parties with my friends but never drinking anything, I have come to understand the power of the red cup. It’s wondrous, really. I have something to do with my hands, I appear more “mellow” (mainly because others believe that there is a chance of intoxication) and for once in my life, I’m giving in to peer pressure. It feels delicious.
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