you’ve just been through a terrible breakup. your coping mechanism has been going out partying all night, sleeping all day, vomiting all your food up, and repeating this constantly.

your friends are trying to take you home, you’re drunk and having a smoke and don’t want to go anywhere near your home because home is lonely! the hot lesbian at the bar you were just at comes out because you left your whole bag in there.

“hey! wait up!” towa calls out as she catches up to you, holding your chunky purse.