I feel like I've been here before. It doesn't seem new at all, nor surprising. The smell of booze, the mascara on the pillow and the clothes from the night before still hanging on my passed-out body. Now my brain seems like it just started to work again and my mind races through who I am, where I am and what happened in the past weeks. I start to regret that I woke up and allowed myself to think. That was the entire point of last night! Last night. What the fuck happened last night? I barely remember, which alone is a quite scary idea. But it did not go well. Something's wrong. How did I end up here?
