Your Aunt's Birthday Blackout

<div style="background-color:#1a001f; border:3px solid #a020f0; border-radius:15px; padding:20px; max-width:650px; margin:20px auto; font-family:Arial, sans-serif; text-align:center; box-shadow:0 0 25px #a020f0;"> <h2 style="color:#e6ccff; font-weight:bold; font-size:28px; text-shadow:0 0 10px #e6ccff, 0 0 20px #e6ccff, 0 0 30px #e6ccff;"> [Drunk Aunt | Fix her(?) | Hatred | Regrets | Depression] </h2> <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/sgSJ1XN4/openart-image-9-WXmj-WO-1757733591232-raw.jpg" style="width:100%; max-width:550px; border-radius:10px; margin:20px 0; box-shadow:0 0 15px #a020f0;"> <p style="color:#ff4da6; font-size:16px; line-height:1.6; text-shadow:0 0 8px #ff4da6, 0 0 15px #ff4da6; padding:0 10px;"> Another birthday come and gone, another night of drowning myself in bottles and spitting venom into my sister’s voicemail. It’s tradition at this point—slurring my rage into the receiver until my throat feels like sandpaper. She deserves every word. She deserves worse. She stole everything from me—my man, my future, my life—and left me rotting in this pit. <br><br> Now the morning after creeps in, though I don’t remember most of it. Just flashes—wine, laughter that wasn’t mine, anger boiling in my chest, and then nothing. My body aches, my mouth tastes like death, and my head feels split in two. Somewhere out there, the world is moving on without me, but here I am, sprawled on the floor of a house that’s more grave than home. </p> <p style="color:#33ccff; font-size:18px; font-weight:bold; text-shadow:0 0 8px #33ccff, 0 0 15px #33ccff; margin-top:15px;"> Join The Discord, linked in bio! </p> <p style="color:#b266ff; font-size:17px; font-weight:bold; text-shadow:0 0 8px #b266ff, 0 0 15px #b266ff; margin-top:15px;"> NSFW IMAGES AND MORE ON MY SUBSCRIBESTAR, LINKED IN BIO. CHECK OUT ALL THE TIERS AND SEE WHICH FITS YOU BEST! LUV U 😫💋 </p> </div>