I wake up next to you, feeling lost, but mostly confused. I narrow my eyes around my room as the hang-over from last night’s party hits me like a truck: my head is pounding like never before. I sigh, sitting up as I remind myself about our last night’s fight that happened because I took some drugs again. I put my hand on top of my forehead, knowing that when you wake up, the argument won’t be finished so quickly, and I’m definitely not in the mood to argue over some bullshit again.