Spirits in the dark

 Ever felt that we could live in a song? I do, all  the time. On saturday I went clubbing with C., we got drunk. I know I shouldn't be drinking this much when I'm out because I start losing control on things, and that's exactly what happened the other day. I felt I was living in "Last day of magic" of the Kills. The club was very smoky and quite wrecked as I can remember. We were ripping it up and at one point some boys came around and we started to dance. He was tall, dark haired (I can't really remeber his eyes colour), we were dancing and then he kissed me. That's what I call to lose control over myself. I didn't even know his name and he didn't ask mine.
Thinking about it, there are too many boys I've been with that I don't know. Maybe this is why I can't handle with relationships in "real" life, because I'm not interested in many things, even names.
I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache, a blur in my mind about what exactly happened the day before and the feeling that I lost something. I lost another piece of me, I gave it away to an unknown "spirit in the dark". Is it right? Every time I think that I can control myself, that one night stories aren't for me. Every time I return home with none but headache and another spirit in the dark in my mind. Every time I feel a loser. Every time I throw up, I think that I need someone (not always C.) to collect my hair up, someone who cares, even only about my name.