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I am so drunk I can't even deal with it. Me and my Dharma and Greg. I want to die. I will not die, but I want to. BUt I wont' and tomorrow I will go to work. And I will live. An dI will write. And I am and a good, worthwhile amazing person.
yes you absolutely are a worthwhile person. you know this. i know this because you're my bff.
and yes you will go to work tomorrow and the day after that and repeat to ad nasuem. because the only thing worse than being hurt is being hurt and laying around dwelling on it. you need to not pretend to be dead, got it?
and if you end up writing - well...this is trite but i'll say it anyway. creating is GOOD. and if it takes a really shitty situation to force you to create stuff - then... you know what i'm saying.
but i'm sorry, baby.
i hate saying "i'm sorry" because that's just what -everybody- says. and nobody ever means it. but i do. i promise.
if you need to talk you know where to find me. i'll be home tomorrow after 9pm your time, i'm off wednesday, thursday, friday so i'll be home until maybe 8pm your time friday night. i work all weekend. but you know i always have/make time for you.
it speaks volumes about what a good friend you are that you actually paused to worry about my situation. but don't you do that, got it? you're an excellent friend and i love you to fucking death - but let's not worry about me. the entire universe is a worrying about brandy extravaganza every day of the year almost. it's your turn.
i love you.
and i'll see you tomorrow.
xo,
brandy
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