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I don't know what to write at the moment. Except that last night I was fall-down-on-the-pavement, gut puking drunk, and I've just survived one of the longest nights of my life. I don't know what to apologize for exactly, but I'll start with being sorry for my existence, which amounts basically to an instrument of torture lately.
One of the most heartbreaking things to see is a four-year-old girl trying to bravely and silently hold back tears on your account, like my sister did the other day when I was leaving her to go home.
She isn't alone. And for that I deserve pain of my own.
One of the most heartbreaking things to see is a four-year-old girl trying to bravely and silently hold back tears on your account, like my sister did the other day when I was leaving her to go home.
She isn't alone. And for that I deserve pain of my own.