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Gods fucking damn it all to hell. I drank to feel better, not worse. Not like fucking gum on the bottom of some dirty ass shoe. Dair started talking to me tonight. We talked for awhile and then he unleashes a gem of bullshit so bright, it would outsparkle any sparklepire. He told me that the only reason he was talking to me is because he hadn't had sex in awhile and was thinking about using me. My buzz= cold sober after that. And my face? Wet and blubbery.
Gods, please. If you care for me or are feeling in a good mood tonight, please help me. Send me a friend. Send me someone to tell me that I'm not as worthless as I feel right now.
Gods, please. If you care for me or are feeling in a good mood tonight, please help me. Send me a friend. Send me someone to tell me that I'm not as worthless as I feel right now.