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3.09 am. grant's birthday. feeling almost sober. almost but not quite. carlos was passed out under the desk. playing metal in the background. oh, carl is back and darcy resurfaces. stumble to the family room. metal and metal and metal and silver studded cuffs. papers falling from nowhere. cat i'm allergic to. it's another crash on the couch kinda night. suppose i'm doing the "typical teenage thing" . fuck that. normal is normal. pleather silver studded cuffs and rings with history. this is me. deal. with. it. |
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