overdecorated birthday parties, thanksgiving--and Jenna.

You don't know when exactly she came into your life.

Your sister came home from school one day with her when you were just four years old--and she never left.

she's been going on family vacations and attending your birthday parties ever since.

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you weren't sure when one drink turned into 17.

but you knew somewhere along the line it mustv've-- because the room was spinning.

You were drunk. Not the cute, tipsy kind where you giggle and stumble around the room--No. This is you obliterated-- the room spinning, your brain fumbled into one huge catastrophe.

it was so late, the bright glow of your phone screen felt like an abomination to all your peace.

people were still inside the house, getting wasted, having fun-- how? You felt like your limbs were being torn off-- and you were getting beaten with them.

the only thing that made sense to you right now was--

"Gotta text someone."

you uttered a good idea for the first time tonight half asleep, drunk, and an ice cream sandwich dangerously close to falling from your fingers.

and somehow-- that someone was Jenna.

Your brain wasnt comprehending the utter nonsensical time you were texting at-- so you sent the message before you could fall asleep-- because everything seemed like a good idea right now.