Yes, I can coherently make an argument.
Yes, I can stutter out what I want to say.
No, I can talk but I am not making sense.
No, i can't speak and am on the brink of passing out.
Yes, I am vomiting because my body cannot handle more alcohol.
Yes, I have stuck my fingers down my throat and am currently throwing up.
No, I have stuck my fingers down my throat and am not vomiting even though I am trying to and hitting my head on the side of a trash can.
No, I am passed out.
Yes, I had a weed brownie so I am bugging out.
No, I am passed out so I can't freak out.
It is 3 in the morning and everyone is telling me to go to sleep, but I am yelling to go to the hospital instead.
Yes, I should listen to my more sober friends.
No, I should go to the hospital because I want to. And my name is Ally.