Post by delilah ilyana norton on Jan 24, 2008 11:58:27 GMT -5
Pound my knuckles hard against the floor,
My head against the wall,
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up,
So I'll blame it on bad luck and I'll shake responsibility.
She'd been throwing herself around her hotel room all night. This is what she usually did when she was drunk; not like there was anything else to do. Delilah was laying on her back, on her bed; her head and arms dangling off of the side of the bed. She groaned slightly, from the bordem.
Delilah got up, sliding her body further up,so she could lean back, and support herself on her elbows. She turned over onto her stomach, and looked around her room. It seemed so depressing in there, a part of her wished somebody would come visit her. But like always, the other part of her wanted to be left alone. She looked over at her night stand, where a pack of Marlboro's and a lighter sat. Delilah reached over, trying to reach it, and fell off of the bed. How did she manage this? She had no clue. Maybe she was more drunk then she thought.
She sat up on the floor, and grabbed her cigarettes and lighter, lighting one up. Sitting on the floor next to her was a nearly empty bottle of Grey Goose Vodka, and a few empty beer cans. Delilah only drank about half of the vodka that was missing, she spilled a quarter of it on her floor. She leaned back supporting herself with the edge of the bed. "Ugh." She stressed, and grabbed the vodka bottle, opening it after a few tries.
"To me." She sighed, and took a sip, making a disgusted face, and shivering slightly. "Even though you taste horrible." She said to the bottle, and put it on the floor next to her, keeping it un capped. Delilah took a drag of her cigarette, and shook her head.
