Dear Diary: Hungover You

Ugh, you guys must be thinking I'm binge drinking this weekend with my new chapters about getting drunk. Lol

I promise you guys that I am completely sober, I wouldn't trust myself to write when I'm drunk!

Anyways here is the new chapter so enjoy!

Dear Diary,

There was a time in my life from October to the End of March, when I had to deal with things. It was a rough five months in which I came close to realizing that he will never love me. Close, but not close enough. So I had to cope, and what better way to cope with an emotional crisis, than with a couple of bottles of 80 proof.

It all started when I had got the notion that I was spending a lot of time home alone. At the time he was dating someone, and whenever he starts to date some I get heartbroken. This time it hit me hard because he went back to his ex, again, and I had actually made progress with getting closer to him. I thought I actually had something going on with him, or at least a chance for something spectacular to happen.

My mother always has alcohol in the house because she is a regular drinker. So it was pretty easy for me to access her triple distilled Smirnoff and get wasted. I drank and drank until my thoughts were jumbled and my movements stumbled. Sure it was great to get out of my mind for the night, but it's not all fun and games. Rule number one, something I learned after this, is to never get drunk alone. When you drink alone, you're left with all your thoughts and that wasn't pleasant for me. My thoughts had been about him, and of course when I think of him I am instantly sad, and I was brought to tears. Sad depressing thoughts built up about how no one will ever love me, and I will die alone and I'm not good for anything but my body. As a result of drinking by myself, my depression worsened.

The next time I drank, however it was with my friends, I made sure of that. We have older friends who would get anything we wanted, for the right price. We would get drunk and I would actually enjoy myself. I became a bit promiscuous, but nothing happened because lucky for me, I'm the only gay guy in Panem County, Yay! We would get together every other weekend and we would get drunk, but I was always reminded of him when I sobered up, so wasn't it pointless for me to get drunk?

Then at one of our parties, we invited more people. Usually it's just our inner circle of friends on the down low at our parties. But we invited some of our other friends because we were getting quite a reputation for throwing parties and they were putting the pressure on us. Our new guest drank with us, but they also brought a little herb for us as well. It was the second time I had ever gotten high, but the first time ever being high and drunk. It was the best experience ever, or at least what I could remember of it. We invented a new term for this kind of situation because we did it so often, Blazizzled we would call it. Yet not even being Blazizzled could keep the pain away.

So what did I do? We increase our partying amount of course! We would throw parties at my house every weekend. I would even get caught by my mother sometimes because I didn't clean up my mess well enough, but she didn't do a damn thing, do you know why though? Because she doesn't care what I do! She is just as much of a drunk, as I have become. Having parties at my house became so cool that when my younger brother found out, he just had to join in. I tried putting my foot down, but he is a persistent brat, so if he wants to screw his life up too, why not.

Then I moved out of that house and into a nearby county. I would still be attending the same high school, after long arguments with my mother; we would drive to school every day. I was a senior in a high school that I had attended my whole life, so why shouldn't I graduate there as well? So when I left my old house in January, what happened to all of our famous partying? Well one of my best friends (not in our inner circle, at the time she was only friends with me); her parents went down south to her grandmother's house for a winter vacation to build a house they would eventually move into.

That was when the real partying began. Her parents wouldn't return til the middle of February, so that meant free game on house parties. We would party every Friday and Saturday for the entire time her parents were gone. The parties got bigger, with more people who I actually bonded with. The biggest party we ever had had about fifty plus people. This of course isn't that big to some people, but in a small community a party that big should have the police banging on the door. A lot of memories were made and drank away. We had memorable moments that not even alcohol could erase. Like the time I dominated the beer pong game table with three different partners (I was always the bitch), or the invention of the Hot Latina, invented by the host herself, who happened to be Latin. A Hot Latina is a mixture of Vodka, Blue PowerAde, and Mountain Dew, and it was delicious. With just the right amount it obscured the taste of the large amount of alcohol in the drink, the taste of which I cannot stand truthfully. Other memorable moments, was the phrase, no balls, in which if someone no ballsed you, you had to do something, like chug a drink or carry out a dare, or do something outrageous. We drank so much at her house that we even made stupid decisions to drink on school nights as well. There's nothing like going to school with a hangover, with all the bright lights and loud noises.

But wait there's more! Her parents parent's postponed there return to the end of March. When the end of March came around only her mother came back, because her dad had chosen to stay down there, so he could finish up the house they were building.

When all the partying had ended, I decided that it was in my best interest to stop drinking. I started drinking to get over him, and it had spiraled out of control into a hardcore, no balls drinking recession. I was still reminded of him on a daily basis. I went to school with him for crying out loud. You can't drink your sorrow away, when you are constantly seeing the cause of your pain.

So take my advice, Diary, if you fall in love with someone or something you cannot have, brave it out. Do not go looking for alternative coping methods, tough it out. And when do find your true love; whether it is a composition notebook, or a titanium pen, I hope you invite me to your wedding. Lol, I love you Diary.

Love Always,

Peeta

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please, please, please review. Always remember that drinking underage is illegal, and harmful to your development. Also remember that drinking in excess can cause Alcohol poisoning, and drunkeness which causes about 2.5 million deaths a year worldwide. Don't drink while pregnant, and don't drink if you are ill. Please consult the webernets for any further information.

XoxXx,

Crystal Heartlace