Alright, there's this girl from school that I'm in love with, and yesterday she celebrated her birthday, and I was invited. There were some members of her family, some friends, and a lot of people from school.
I bought her a birthday gift, which she seemed to like a lot (it was a photoframe). So I was all happy that I got invited and I got her a good gift.
I drank one beer, and got a bit of a bloated feeling. Now I wasn't worried at all, because I've had that several times at parties after one or two beers (I'm not much of a drinker. I just don't like alcohol).
After a while, I still had that bloated feeling, and I still wasn't worried, because it often takes a while to go away. But later on, it got worse. In fact, I told my friend, whom I was talking with, that I had to go out and get a drink (the drinks were outside).
While going outside, I got really sick. I got outside, and what do I do? I puke. I ****ing puke! I could just shoot myself at that moment. I was on the birthday party of the girl I'm in love with, I got her a good present, and I have to go and get sick! God, I hated myself!
Naturally, I became the talk of the day, because I wasn't the only one outside. I asked them not to talk about it, especially not to her or her mother. But one of them said that these things always leak out. And she was right. In fifteen minutes, all my classmates knew, including the birthday girl herself. Even her mother knew!
Some people teased me with it, saying I'm the ultimate drinker and stuff like that. I replied saying they don't even know half of the real me, and that they should see me at night. Most people just asked if I was OK.
In the end, I was one of the first (possibly even the first) to leave the party. I felt so bad, and I excused to her and her mother about ten times. I really hated myself, cause I had been looking forward to that evening for years! And now it had finally come, and I have to get sick and go home! Why that night? Why me? Damn I hate this!
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