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I'm leaving for NYC in about 5 hours.
I can't sleep.
I partied tonight.
And like every night I get fucked up,
I went to James house.
I don't know why I let myself do it.
I bitch at everyone else for going back to there ex,
and then I turn around and do it.
I can't help it.
I fucking love him.
NYC will fabulous.
NYC will get this off my mind.
I get away from the drama.
I get away from the fake people.
I get away from everything.
And I'm spending the weekend in the place I've been wanting to go for 15 years.
I'm so fucking excited.
I can't sleep.
I partied tonight.
And like every night I get fucked up,
I went to James house.
I don't know why I let myself do it.
I bitch at everyone else for going back to there ex,
and then I turn around and do it.
I can't help it.
I fucking love him.
NYC will fabulous.
NYC will get this off my mind.
I get away from the drama.
I get away from the fake people.
I get away from everything.
And I'm spending the weekend in the place I've been wanting to go for 15 years.
I'm so fucking excited.