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It tears out a bit of the heart every time he walks out that door. I think I'm actually trying to be an alcoholic. Well, not trying, just simply realizing the path I'm on but doing nothing to change it. Drinks every night after work with Brie and Dan and whoever else decides to show up, drinks when I get home to cry into my pillow, sometimes drinks on the lunch break (only a beer or two especially if we go out for mexican), and it seems to never end. I feel constantly dehydrated. But I'm young, right? Fair excuse?
Not that it matters.
Not that it matters.