➸ 08
...my head. Wha...What is this? ...Peppermint?
My lips feel like I've burnt them. Burnt... fire... I drank flaming beer? ..what all did I do yesterday? Wait. Don't tell me. I think between the throbbing I remember that it's best to not remember all that happened while under the influence.
Oh, and time for to state the obvious. I hate the sun. I hate the noise.
My lips feel like I've burnt them. Burnt... fire... I drank flaming beer? ..what all did I do yesterday? Wait. Don't tell me. I think between the throbbing I remember that it's best to not remember all that happened while under the influence.
Oh, and time for to state the obvious. I hate the sun. I hate the noise.