My Chest Hurts.

Scrub, scrub, scrub.

"Aaaagh!!!!"

At noon, I woke up and started doing laundry naked in the shower.

I remembered drinking a whole bottle of Ballantine's last night.

But I couldn't remember what happened after that. Even after watching the VOD, I was just my usual self; nothing major had happened.

Worse than anything, the expensive luxury blanket I'd bought was soaked through with vomit.

"Boohoo!"

A woman sobbing in broad daylight while doing laundry naked—anyone who saw me would think I was crazy.

"What a life... Why did I keep drinking when I don't even know how much I can handle, you stupid idiot..."

I smacked myself on the head with my hands covered in suds...