It’s one of those days when you just have to get home and chuck multiple types of hard liquor straight from the bottle. Ugh.
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Even the hardest heart has to be weak sometimes.
I can’t get sick. Now now. I can’t I…. am just gonna curl up and die. Bye guys. If I don’t come back tell the world I died of something awesome, like fighting a pair of lions bare handed while having pneumonia… or something.
That strange feeling you get when you start to think one of your good friends treats you differently than they treat their other friends, or acts differently when you’re around. And you’re not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, or if it’s even true at all and not just that you’re being paranoid.