my first teenage party
(admittedly i was a late starter, so it wasn't until the age of 17 that i really started going to parties)
nothing like having a screaming match with your drunk girlfriend (*~troo luv 4 lyfe!~*) in the middle of a crowd of people because she's cheating on you. nothing like it, except for doing the same thing and having her be violently sick on you, in your minidress and bare feet.
aaah, l'amour. had to catch the train home that night covered in bright purple vomit AND took her back as well, for another year and a half.
there's always one girl crying at a party. i pretend that wasn't me that time.
(charlottebronte stalking through the moors, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 14:50, Reply)