That giant bottle of vodka did not last me until Christmas. But close. Which is something. My stomach hurts every time I think of drinking. But I keep on keeping on. 'Cause that's how I roll
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I'm too tired and too stressed out. All I want is to come home and I'm still uncertain of how/when that's going to happen. Hopefully at the end of August. Will you be there
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