tell me i didn't cry too hard.
tell me i didn't go all ballistic and yelled something something every five minutes or so.
tell me i wasn't the emo-est that night.
haha.
funny how i can relate hangovers to heartbreaks. i mean, they have significant similarities, and it surprises us how little these similariites are but come off with big impacts. both start out with something we enjoy. we drink, we fall in love. we get tipsy, we go insane (in a good way) about the loved one. we roll on the floor feeling that doing such antic would impress your buddies, we fall on our knees trying to work out a relationship. we end up with a hangover, we drown in heartache.
i guess i can cite one very significant difference though.
when you get totally drunk, you might wake up the following morning feeling okay; but overnight sleep (or a week's, month's, even year's worth of sleep) can't relieve the excruciating pain a heartache brings.
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