So, I’ve done this stupid test twice since this post. Stupid because I simply cannot seem to retain the information. I wanted to. I thought maybe the cool kids might like me if my party sounded really cool.

How frigging hard can it be? There’s only 16. I know both times it started with IN. But that’s not exactly a surprise. Turns out I’m only good with memorising numbers.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I only like parties when they’re not at my place, when I can drink until I won’t remember what I did (ie pretend I’m an EM? EX?), dance like no one is watching, flirt like there’s no tomorrow and cry myself to sleep because no one likes me.

So, in short, I don’t party anymore.

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