I'm not drunk

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I can't believe how drunk I got last night while talking to my friends on Discord. It was so much fun, but now I'm wondering if drunk people feel this way all the time. Is it possible to escape reality and just be happy whenever you want? It takes a certain level of courage to avoid reality like that. I'm not speaking from a drunk perspective right now, I'm actually sober. I just can't help but be impressed by the way drunk people behave in society and how no one seems to care. Maybe they've really discovered the greatness of life. Yes, the greatness of being drunk.

I mean, there's not much difference between being drunk and working 40 or more hours a week, being sad 24/7 and not enjoying life. At least when you're drunk, you're happy. Okay, maybe not really happy since you're in an uncontrolled state, but it brings you to another world. A world of happiness. I'm not a drunk, I only drink sometimes when I feel like it. But I was a drunk once, not the worst one (do they even have a scale for that? How do you know if you're a hardcore drinker?).

Sadness is something that always comes up in my writing. It's a feeling that's constantly on my mind, it goes away but not always. It's hard to shake off your sadness, I see you there just looking from afar at how you've messed up my entire life. I want to believe that one day I'll be cured from this disease. But is it a disease? There are so many people out there in the world suffering from real problems like hunger or even lack of water. It's interesting to think that humans just forget about facts or decide to ignore them.

What the hell did I just write? I'm not really sure, but whatever I did write, I'm just thinking that I want people from the house to hear how loud my keyboard is and think that I'm cool and fucking the best because I'm typing really fast. That's ridiculous, I don't need that level of acceptance from people who don't even mean anything in my miserable life.

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