if I weren't so empty, cheap thrills wouldn't be so central in my life
I count down every week to when I can get drunk
it's not just the state of drunkenness itself
I do like the socialization
and the dancing
and I feel like someone
when I am doing those things
although it all disappears once the party is over
and no one remembers you after that
and how they thought you were so cool
which was probably only because both of you were drunk
and the feeling of being desirable is gone after your dance partners are gone
and the feeling of being empowered in your own sexuality is gone when the guy you're making out with assumes he can get in your pants
and the feeling of being sexually free is gone when you limit yourself to guys although you could probably make out with some drunk girl, but then you'd be taking advantage of her
and everything is just gone afterward
including the water in your body
but it feels so good at the time
so you wait for it
and you make people worry because they can't understand what it's like to feel nothing
or if they do, they've forgotten
and don't need a sugar-coated nothing to replace nothing
and so they judge you under the guise of concern
and it kills you because even when you're something worthy in their eyes, you still have nothing
and when you drink against their wishes, you can at least pretend you have something
and are something
Monday, November 24, 2008
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2 comments:
I love this, but it also makes sad. It makes me remember how I felt almost the entirety of my first year away at school. I think your feelings here are affecting me so strongly again now because I've been coming back to them recently.
This is helping me understand something that was foreign just before now...
I'm glad you've updated. Your entries are always interesting.
Do elaborate.
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