i sit here in front of my computer with hair smelling like cigs. with my breath tasting like beer. with a stomach full of acid and a heavy heart. i thought that all this partying would help me forget. eventually, i would forget i told myself. at the club, i have fun, i get drunk, i dance. i go home. crash into bed. wake up the next day and the cycle starts over.

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