Battered and bruised and disgusted with myself. Every time I go there the same thing happens again and again...the excessive drinking, the dramas of a life once lost and the occassional use of hallucinogens. Fuck Iz, when are you ever gonna learn that those things just don't make you happy? Not even one bit. Trust me.
Love always,
Voice inside your heart telling you to grow the fuck up.
Saturday
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