Delicious Jerk

Rachel

I felt disoriented, dizzy, and light-headed, unable to comprehend or explain everything that was happening to me. However, I was apparently fine! I looked around the nightclub, crowded with beautiful people, the kind I liked to be around, all exuding wealth even through the pores of their well-cared-for skin. Although I identified with them, unfortunately, I no longer belonged to the exclusive group of millionaires.

Despite all my efforts and struggles to try to belong to that group again, my plans were constantly thwarted, and once again, the blame fell on Sarah, that fake. I ordered another drink, paying with the card that Lorenzo, the idiot, gave me to shop for his apartment, but I was using it to finance my own drunkenness with him. Essentially, that's what I was doing.

I know that getting wasted doesn't