My hangover has finally faded. But thinking back on what happened last night, it makes my stomach turn more than if I was still drunk (which, by the way, I woke up still being slightly drunk). Because you know, making out with two brothers and then a taken gay guy eight years older than me, while his boyfriend watches... yeah. Fuck. And then taking
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I have problems. They don't go away. I have itches that need scratching. But they wait for me to get the right tools, the right opportunity. They can't get taken care of most of the time
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