I'd do that to if I wouldn't be looked at like a fucking waste of space everytime I jus wanna forget a little or just feel confident,, still I sneek my booze got my sneaky weasels on deck , but tonight it's a singular spicy beef hot pocket and a blanket fort to let my heart rapidly pound under while I try to maintain my "emotions" ahhh I hate myself too
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