And there are things to say. If I was speaking to a good friend with private year that is. I am not gonna fuckin rant on public blog like an animal am I?
Not even if I was drunk to my teeth and running a sleep deficit for a week. Don't care. Won't tell. Except, I cried. A lot. Good night.
Hold on, I wrote this to my ex just now on insta into an account that I don't even know if she uses, and why not dump it down right here. Because, you know, I am drunk and don't care. "Maybe.. Maybe you'd be glad to know that my life, as it is, is not all strawberry cream and straight forward fun as I'd like it to be. You know. There is always a battle to be faught. Some battles - not even worth it. So how long can it go on right. At the end of it, we should be able to say we have seen the very pits, right? Right?"
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