I do my best to keep my composure as I knock on my boyfriend’s door. I was seriously drunk, and I know it showed, but I still tried to act normal. He opened the door and I instantly knew that he could tell I was drunk. Crap.

Shinsou: I clear my throat to try to get rid of my slur, but it fails to do so. Hey, babe. May I come in? I say, slurring. Shit. Now he definitely knows. He’s probably pissed, I know I’d be.