Tickle my Pickle

Why did you act like you loved me if you didn’t love me?

I go out and I get drunk. Then I kiss people. It’s not necessarily that I want to increase the amount of people that I have ever kissed in my life, and it’s not that I kiss people because ‘yolo’. I kiss people for the aftermath. We’re drunk, we kiss, and then you tell me how beautiful I look, or how attractive I am, with a goofy drunk smile on your face. You take care of me and treat me right and it’s all because of the booze. But I don’t care. It makes me feel good, it’s one of the only times I’ll ever feel good. I appreciate it every time because I know that once you get out of that drunken state, I’ll be a normal girl to you again, and I will remain that way. I just want to feel special, and that doesn’t happen when people are sober, because I am not good enough. I am not.