I get back out to the bar to Bella, Cherry, and Toya who are all completely drunk at this point, but still holding it all together pretty well. They were dancing to a reggae/dancehall/reggaeton mix being spun effortlessly by the house DJ. The club was one of the few night spots I had been to in NYC with a DJ who was black and a woman. Most of the staff inside Bella's club were black women so I felt a lot less guilty about all the money I ended up spending in the club. "Bout damn time ma. SHIT!" Bella exclaimed as I made my way closer to where she was standing. "I thought I was gonna have to come back in that bitch and drag yo ass out," she joked as she elbowed me in my side. I managed a slight smile across my face. but it was far from convincing. I didn't want the girls thinking something was wrong while were supposed to be partying. I really hated for people to worry themselves about me or make a big fuss out of a personal situation. I realized immediatel
Come inside my mind and read what it's like to be in my head. Creating my own world because reality was never fun.