two thirty in the morning. but i'm still facing this machine. maybe after a few minutes i will reconsider going home. maybe. but things will get very complicated when i do. what the hell.
what i thought to be one the best nights of my entire existence turned sour. turned unprofitable. turned ugly. maybe not too ugly. it went out just a little well, unorthodox. what the hell.
but i'm not yet wasted. i'm not drunk. i'm just weird and all. too much is good. but too little could drive you crazy.
here i go again.
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pssst.
you're floating. i'm sure of that.
uhuh.
i hope you find a right set of people to talk over things ba.
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