I'll be her Planet

Michael's POV 

I hate my life. I swear to god I hate my life more than anything I have ever hated. My body hurts, my head hurts and honestly I am too terrified to even open my eyes. This... this is the sole reason I do not like to drink. Over time I had found out that my tolerance level was not as good as most of us, and I often spouted nonsense after three shots.

My nonsense usually involves technical terms and were therefore useless to anyone who heard it. People drink to lose one. Even my drunk self was uptight, or so I have been told. What's the point then? Just the next morning terrible headache? Ughhhh! I am gonna kill Jake when I find him.

"Rise and shine, lover boy"!  I hear the annoying voice  call way too loudly who was responsible for my current state. I cover my ears with my palm while wincing at his loud voice. I was this close to breaking his voice box.