The slightest noise, like the dropping of a pen, made it feel like an explosion was happening in my head. Meanwhile, my throat was as dry as the Sahara Desert, and to quench my thirst, I needed to consume the seven seas. The icing on the cake must have been the lesson I received from my parents that my state of being was the reason they didn't allow me to drink alcohol. The day had just started and I was already on my knees praying for it to end. Desperate to find a cure for my hangover, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and relied on Google to give me the best possible cure. Five minutes after getting results, I was forcing myself to drink liters of water and stuffing myself with whatever fatty food I could get my hands on. Soon after, my hangover subsided and I felt scarred