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  • me trying to tell a story:

    so yeah like, he said, or no, wait, first she was like.... i don't remember, but it's not important to the story 'cause... wait, yeah it is, but, i don't know man, it was just weird you know 'cause.. i don't know

I feel like such an alcoholic when I look around my room. Everywhere you look there’s beer, wine, vodka bottles all laying around. I feel like a mini Charles Bukowski. A crude, heart broken drunk. 

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