I don't know what to say about this, so I'll just describe how I'm feeling, in tidbits.
I hate being intoxicated and not being able to fall asleep.
I don't really want to talk to anyone, I just want to be alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts are killin me; I guess I need to develop them, but it's painful to think through.
The only thing to take solace in, is that I found the correct lineup of music to get me through this mood.
It feels like this alcohol is burning through my stomach, ahha.
Handle yourself with class.
Everything in good taste.
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