You crying, tragic waste of skin
My oh my
A song to say goodbye
I'm not going to anything tonight. But i still feel fucking anxious, I hardly feel any better. Half of me just wants to go out tonight and get completely trashed and not feel anything or worry about anything, but I don't want to give caitlin another goddamn excuse to bring up my hilarious drunk stories. Hilarious as in i was drunk and having a panic attack and all i wanted to do was not be criticised and to run and never stop, so to her i was running across the road saying 'i can do whatever i fucking want to' - i was running, walking without looking for cars because i was almost hoping i would get run over and that would be that.
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