this.
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this.
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dear a.
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oh hey.
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and so. one night you are drunk. the next day you become the slut being talked about in twitter. seriously. the world is full of righteous people. and always always always you are the one who always always always just gets drunk. seriously. righteous people.
so excuse me world, lemme go ahead and get my tequila shots.
I was going to write you a long letter telling you about all the reasons this isn’t working, but I realized we don’t have forever. Instead, I won’t waste any more time than the few seconds you’ve spent to get to this point, where I tell you what I really want to say, which is simply, goodbye.
“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late.”― Charles Bukowski