Shots in the bathroom

I’m drunk in math class
Shuffling through my ripped up baby pictures
looking for my homework
The world has turned and left me here
Ringing through my left ear
I’m in that fuzzy grey area between surccumbing to peer pressure
And being the instigator of peer pressure
I’m trapped inside my persona
A happy go lucky persona that isn’t allowed to have problems
I’m taking shots in the bathroom now
While my friends tell their weekend stories
That was never why they had me around
But because I would take shots in the bathroom
I one day hope to point out our flaws
I hope for the masses to here my words
Is that realistic if I’m taking shots in the bathroom?