“Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream”
Welcome, dear hypothetical reader to the reflections of a childlike adult on the bender for booze and bright lights.
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Lonely girl
Two
Bottles of wine
Three
Hundred apologies.
I swallow the tablet, the sweetness lingering in my mouth, the knowledge that nothing is helping. Continue reading Fornicating On The Altar Of My Own Self-Grandiosity.
