Michaela Garner - The Heavy Partier
[Model: Barbara Palvin]
~ Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol. So I guess it really /is/ possible to get wasted on oxygen. Did that make any sense? Oh, don’t mind me. That’s my usual self. You’ll get used to it over time.
Well, I wouldn’t like to brag about it, but flirting is in my blood. Yes, yes, I’m a coquette and all that, why would I ever lie about it? You can ask anyone. When it comes to partying, I’m your chick. Has it ever occurred to you that all the things you really like to do are either immoral, illegal, or fattening? Well, it certainly has to me. And because of that fact, I kinda feel like I’m swimming in my own deep ocean of rum and tequila. Is that so bad? I guess not. I mean, everyone hides a dark side. Mine is a little bit more evident, so what’s the deal? And I’m sure you have a dark side as well. You just hide it so perfectly well or you haven’t realized you have one yet. But you do have one. At some point, it will overwhelm you, and you won’t be able to think of anything else. And unless you fight it, it will be your downfall. Believe me, I’m talking from personal experience.
You say I’m fucked up. You say my life has no meaning anymore. You say I’m too preoccupied with partying and flirting to understand that I’m lost. But in fact, you’re the one who’s lost. Do you know what’s the difference between you and me? I have a destination. I may not have yet decided the means to reach it, but it’s there, inside my head. I’ve tried, wished, and dreamed about it. While you, you just go with the flow, float in the surface of your sea of thoughts, waiting for a boat to rescue you and take you /somewhere/. You are trapped inside your own mind. And, sweetie, no one can be more fucked up than this. ~