I showed my friend her photo today
"dude, you never talk about girls"
"i know"
"walk away"
"im trying"
"too late"
probably right
fuck
what compelled me to do that?
finals are coming up and too many options pop around my head
imagine a small room with a door, the walls are clear and so is the door
open the door
throw in a small rubber ball and close the door as fast as you can
watch the ball bounce around
thats how my mind is right now with figuring out my goddamn shots
concentrate
i was advised to pick up a pen
the advantage of being a drunk
pens run out of ink
fuck
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