Moons Light

Of being sick.
Of people.
Of life.
/endendend.

I want to drink. I found vodka that i stole. Nasty shit but i want the drunk high. Hah.

I got my new phone....but everyone i text wont text me. Or i don't want to text them....

Fuck. My. Life.




Off to get drunk and text someone....idk who yet.

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