Ugh, see? You’re thinking about him again.Īnyways, you’re also grateful for that part of your brain because the poets definitely do not write about spewing chunks in front of your co-workers. It’s not his fault, but you’re mad at him anyways. Not that you blame him everyone is in love with Karina.
You don’t want to think about how his eyes found her the moment she walked into the office, how his gaze melted into a pool of honey, his head swiveling towards every direction she went like a stupid bobblehead. You don’t want to think about He Who Shall Not Be Named and how he’s in love with your best friend. You wish that part of your brain would just shut the hell up because you don’t want to think rationally right now. You’re one too many shots of tequila deep, swaying to the shitty techno music that someone is blasting from their pretentious Spotify playlist while stumbling past the office cubicles, including yours and He Who Shall Not Be Named’s, on your wobbly trip to the bathroom.ĭespite the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, the remaining coherent part of your brain is sounding the alarms that you’re probably going to throw up soon. Regardless, you’re going to pretend like they did because it’s a lot less romantic (lowercase r, not capital like the movement) if you’re just drunk off your ass at an office party without an artsy-fartsy literary reference to back you up. Well, don’t fact check that, but surely Wordsworth or Coleridge or whichever poet that Taylor Swift talks about in the lakes mentioned something about getting shitfaced during a St. Sun’s up too soon like daylight savings, mixed emotions are congregating playlist: fast times by sabrina carpenter ― the bottom by gracie abrams ― stress by taeyeon ― ruin my life by zara larsson ― cruel summer by taylor swift.warning(s): excessive drinking, family tension.author’s note: i started grad school and it’s literally eating me alive so i wanted to write something short and sweet to de-stress and then it ended up being almost 8k words 😭.(or, you realize that you’re in love with the bane of your existence.) synopsis: throughout the snapshots of your life, lee donghyuck is always there.
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