•We are not the kind that in the end get eachother•
I did care,now i don't
(Y/N) POV:
I woke up with at 2 am. I was late for work. Well i did'nt care. I turned around and studied the mess i called room. Clothes, empry bottles of whiskey, cigaretts and lots of other stuffs everywhere. I did not even bother to close the door to my lumpy apartment yesterday. I sat up slowly. My head hurted alot and i was complaining quietly to myself. I had a glass of water on my bed-table. I did'nt care to take that either. I got up and made myself some breakfast. After eating i checked my phone. 17 missed calls from my boss. I send him a angry message about how much i hated him and that i was quiting. I felt some satisfaction inside and then i just went to bed again. I was thinking of maybe go to that new bar downtown later tonight or should i just go to my regular bar? Well i'll deside that later.
I slept for like another our or so and then went up to get myself ready for tonight. I put on some black ripped tights and a black long-sleeved tight short dress. Red lips, black eye-shadow and i was done. Wait, not quite. I ruffled my hair and put on my red high-heels. I locked the apartment. Out on the street i still could'nt deside to wich bar i should go. I hugged the black leather-jacket tighter around my body. Anyone could have taking me for a prostitute. I did'nt care what people were thinking i just kept walking and made up my mind. I was heading it to the new place. I was walking with fast steps, it was freazing. Damn London, made everyone depressed.
I opened the door to the bar and a warm feeling was spreding inside of me. I shaked my body to get warm and headed it towards the bar. I orded a bottle of whiskey and the bartender just looked at me like i was a freak. I gave him the "evil-eye" and he stopped immediately stare. I sat there enjoying my whiskey. Several times drunk men were coming up hitting on me, i turned them down and returned to my whiskey. I was drinking the pain away, and preferd to do that alone.
I woke up with at 2 am. I was late for work. Well i did'nt care. I turned around and studied the mess i called room. Clothes, empry bottles of whiskey, cigaretts and lots of other stuffs everywhere. I did not even bother to close the door to my lumpy apartment yesterday. I sat up slowly. My head hurted alot and i was complaining quietly to myself. I had a glass of water on my bed-table. I did'nt care to take that either. I got up and made myself some breakfast. After eating i checked my phone. 17 missed calls from my boss. I send him a angry message about how much i hated him and that i was quiting. I felt some satisfaction inside and then i just went to bed again. I was thinking of maybe go to that new bar downtown later tonight or should i just go to my regular bar? Well i'll deside that later.
I slept for like another our or so and then went up to get myself ready for tonight. I put on some black ripped tights and a black long-sleeved tight short dress. Red lips, black eye-shadow and i was done. Wait, not quite. I ruffled my hair and put on my red high-heels. I locked the apartment. Out on the street i still could'nt deside to wich bar i should go. I hugged the black leather-jacket tighter around my body. Anyone could have taking me for a prostitute. I did'nt care what people were thinking i just kept walking and made up my mind. I was heading it to the new place. I was walking with fast steps, it was freazing. Damn London, made everyone depressed.
I opened the door to the bar and a warm feeling was spreding inside of me. I shaked my body to get warm and headed it towards the bar. I orded a bottle of whiskey and the bartender just looked at me like i was a freak. I gave him the "evil-eye" and he stopped immediately stare. I sat there enjoying my whiskey. Several times drunk men were coming up hitting on me, i turned them down and returned to my whiskey. I was drinking the pain away, and preferd to do that alone.
6/27/13