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sick head, sad heart
RAH, RAH
MOTHER FUCKER!
she turned my stomach. my nerves aren’t the same. i threw away the salsa and chips. i think i had eaten three. i can’t lie, i had a bite of cheese dip too. i gave up. i’d go puke but i was drinking white wine and i don’t want to sober up.
sobriety is bullshit.