It's a scary world...

...
being alone. But she'll be ok, she thinks. As long as she can drink. "Oh, alcohol, my best friend! You've never let me down! Except for the times when you've made me really sick and throwing up and stuff. But that's ok, it's still better than anything an evil man can do to me - a hangover is better than a broken heart."

Ha - yet another good invention - "Broken Heart Vodka" and it would be colored black like that black vodka she had at that corner bar where she met the guy with tattooes up and down his arms and even up to his neckline. He was cool. But damn, what an idiot to have dissed her the way he did. He deserved the backlash she gave him. "You were wild, where are you now" she said to him. Apparently he had gone to jail and that's why she never heard from him again. It was probably best that way. Hence another reason for black vodka. It would be a good tool to use when she needed to forget. It was better than doing something more self-destructive like cutting herself, right? That's another thing she did all the time - compared things. She'd always think of worse things to make the situation she was in seem less threatening.

But forgetting was her way. Keep that poker face going girl. Chin up, heels on, it was going to be fun. She could promise at least that much to herself, even if it was dangerous.