It was always the morning after that got her. The constant throbbing in the back of her eyes that reminded her she needed coffee to get read of this damn hangover. The hollow ache in the pit of her stomach as she realized what a stupid dimwit she was...again. It had become routine for her.
But this morning was different. It wasn't going to happen anymore. She promised herself that. She wouldn't go through hurting herself over and over again for some stupid guy.
But one more drink wouldn't hurt...now would it dear?
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