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i'm afraid i'm in love with alcohol.
i forgot how good this felt. to feel free, albeit from a toxin in liquid form, after a couple of tasty yet potent beverages...
but, as it always seems to be the case, my thoughts quickly turn to the last person i loved. or love? i think so. it may be quite naive, i may not lovehim at al - hell, it's possible that i don't know him at all. but i think i do. because i thought i did. when he said he'd miss me...
i don't know what to do . i need to stop cutting because the scars are getting out of hand. i'm too used to layering up, not this summertime bullshit. fuck.
i love him. no matter what i may really feel, i know how i feel at this exact moment - and that is that i love him. i miss him. that's what i know right now.
i forgot how good this felt. to feel free, albeit from a toxin in liquid form, after a couple of tasty yet potent beverages...
but, as it always seems to be the case, my thoughts quickly turn to the last person i loved. or love? i think so. it may be quite naive, i may not lovehim at al - hell, it's possible that i don't know him at all. but i think i do. because i thought i did. when he said he'd miss me...
i don't know what to do . i need to stop cutting because the scars are getting out of hand. i'm too used to layering up, not this summertime bullshit. fuck.
i love him. no matter what i may really feel, i know how i feel at this exact moment - and that is that i love him. i miss him. that's what i know right now.