So my today has been so miserably hungover that for at least eight hours, I was vowing to myself that I'd never drink again.
I seriously broke my door to my bedroom...it is now leaning against the wall, unhinged.
I apparently sent really weird texts last night as well. Something about some vague abstract concept that I never explained being "absolved" and that I was going to ascend the hierarchy to the bottom of the top, because Jude.
I have no ****ing idea what I was talking about.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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