A week ago today I was high on Molly, raging at a house party taking tequila shots, flirting with another boy (never mind the fact I have a boyfriend) and basically being the person I don’t want to be.
I’m so thankful to not have to navigate through tomorrow through the thick, heavy cloud of a hangover.
And the best part about today—I had so much fun sober. Granted, the cravings came. But I simply chose to observe them, and let them float past. It wasn’t easy. It never is.
But it’s so fuckin’ worth it.