Life of a drunken anti-social teenager:
1. I fucking hate you.
All of you.
Sometimes...
2. I fucking hate my ex boyfriend/
current boyfriend
whatever the fuck you are
3. Sometimes
4. There is a party in my apartment.
I've locked myself in my room
with an HDMI cable
American Horror Story
and a big bag of chips
5. They want me to drink beers with them
And hang out
And be normal
And feel normal
But I don't want to
Maybe later...
I don't know
6. I am not normal. And its not bad. And its not anything special. I'm not anything special. I just dont want to settle and drag myself down and I just fucking hate you all right now.
7. I hate my fucking ex boyfriend
current boyfriend
Whatever
I stopped drinking.
The lips of poison remind me too much of yours.
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