am kissing a girl. Or are they a boy? I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m pretty tipsy at this point, and the only things I do care about are my hands in their short hair and their lips on my neck and then their tongue in my mouth and the pleasant buzz from the alcohol that’s helping me forget their name, my name, Elissa’s name, Maggie’s name, everyone’s name. All I want to focus on is kissing and how nice it feels to kiss someone I have absolutely no ties to, kiss someone where feelings aren’t involved.
