A different Kind of DRUNK

A different kind of drunk

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- I’ve never been drenched in alcohol for it drown my cognizance. And I’m pretty sure that I’m 18 years sober. I have to thank (  coffea arabica ) for that. I cant remember exactly when did coffee became a usual substance in my system, but I think I got it from a cousin of mine , and altogether we explore the different flavors of which our parent’s pockets can afford. I’m not a city dweller, I live in a small town which offers hardly any variety of coffee that I’m sure would certainly make me more stimulated in my day-to-day mundane existence. Coffee completes my owl hours, a perfect evening for me is a hard bound fiction, a bar of chocolate and a rich cup of coffee. It serves as my companion in test reviews, movie marathons, TV dramas or even in an afternoon when I decide to freeze and watch the world revolve without me. I can smell it in my urine and I experience withdrawal headaches when I fail to sip some in a day. 

Not quite but almost

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As she started her unending muttering of her self-perception of greatness, I have been left of no choice but to yield and emerge as the inferior one. Struggling to stay alert and interested was the challenge I had to triumph over. I was never like this before, or maybe secretly I was. But gradually, her insufferable self-importance has out balanced the years that I considered her as a companion to walk beside with in the curves of life. Envy? Not quite but almost. I have always known that I am not really the person people assumed me to be but my surfacing new attributes somehow frightens and disgusts me.