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Jul. 24th, 2003 08:59 amIt is nine in the morning and I am drunk from crying.
I never noticed that before.
It feels like the step between well and truly apocalyptically blitzed and horribly hung over.
Crying too hard.
Wish I could stop. Wish the idea of spending a week on a beach in Delaware with my father's side of the family didn't make me. Don't quite know why it does.
I never noticed that before.
It feels like the step between well and truly apocalyptically blitzed and horribly hung over.
Crying too hard.
Wish I could stop. Wish the idea of spending a week on a beach in Delaware with my father's side of the family didn't make me. Don't quite know why it does.
