i feel like i only want to get drunk in very very small gatherings rather than around actual people, because there is less of an opportunity for me to do something i’ll hate myself for doing.
please stop me at any hammertime.
thursday night was fucking mental. got drugs for free, kissed my friends & a couple boys. all friday & majority of saturday morning including my heart racing like i was about to have a heart attack. never taking drugs again, i regret everything i do always.
i feel like i need to live a little, but i’m the sort of person who regrets most actions i make. unfortunate vicious cycle.
hello, danny zuko. remember when john travolta was such a fox? now it’s like, ‘who’s that fat woman singing & dancing in hairspray. oh, what the fuck..?’
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ohmyfuckinglordylordylord.
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