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passing out and coming to
Passing out and coming to.
Last night seems like a blur.
I think i kissed a boy or two
In between the slurs.
My head is throbbing and I look a mess
My thoughts are all distorted.
Dinking you away has been hard on me
and I always remember you in the morning.
I think its Friday by now
The curtain went up on Sunday
Of last week
*take a bow*
My phone is ringing
what do you want its far too early
I drank too much last night
can you try calling after darkthirty.
Pull the covers up
I can see the light trying to creep in
My cat messed up my curtains
"fuck not again"
Im too tired to move from my spot
so I turn over instead
cover my face with a pillow
and sink into my bed.
I thought I drank enough last night
to help me sleep the day away
but of course thats not my luck
here I am awake today.
