A foggy mind and a faint memory

I walk in the door and without a doubt everyone is fucked up.
gotta catch up quick, cant just sit around and sip pound back the shots,fuck chasers.
the bottle is my best friend.
Blurry vision, fuzzy mind "do my words even make sense anymore?"
"what its only 10pm!?!?!?!"
i held onto my glass like a dying man holds onto life.
drink after drink i get more and more confused.
drunken hookups, dont worry he will regret it in the morning
but i wont, its okay everyone makes mistakes and he "wont make the same one twice"
wake up sore stumble to the bathroom to check out the damage
I'm bad, but hes worse
if i dont leave with at least one bruise you know i didn't have a great time.
6:30am
wake up and clean the house before dad gets home
I'm still drunk
where in the hell are my clothes?