waking to a room chilled to almost goosebump temperature to stave off the dark sweats. the floor is littered with last nights outfits and fast food wrappers. i don't even want to think how many times i've dragged myself up those stairs at 7am, incoherent, stumbling, shaking, laughing, crying. a ten car pile up.
shit.
i feel like maybe i rendered myself unconscious at some point last night, stopped breathing. starved my brain of oxygen so when i came to i had the iq equivalent (and looks) of a basset hound.
i need to buy a Dictaphone.
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this is good.
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