Sometimes I'm in love with the night. Other times I want to get so chemically impaired I couldn't tell if I'm in New England or the fucking Sahara. I lack moderation after 12. Emotionally and otherwise. This is one persons fault and they'd never know it. Mostly because I'd never tell them. This is a cry for help. A cry of failed initiative
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