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bad last night, no good tomorrow

by PensNneedles

carry me home, just once more. tomorrow i'll be better, okay? tomorrow i'll stop and i won't need your help, but tonight, i can barely -- well, i can't, okay? i can't walk, i can't even think, but i'm sorry for this. i'm sorry for you. to you, i mean. i'm embarrassing you, aren't i? am i talking too loud again? don't wake people up. they don't like that, i remember that much. can you tell me a song? sing me one, i mean. or a story. no, tell me a story, will you? you tell great stories. how about that one where the guy who hates himself finally figures out that the reason he hates himself is because . . . crap, what was the reason? oh, well. never mind. the why isn't the important part. hey, why aren't the whys important? where are my keys? can you open the door? my sock is wrinkled in my shoe. i'm a mess, but i'll be better tomorrow. after sleep. after tonight, okay? i just need sleep. a lot of it. maybe i can -- hey, can you hand me that bottle of aspirin? it's in the drawer. that one. other bottle of aspirin, it's stronger. i'm not though, huh? strong, i mean. it's just for . . . it's so i don't hangover. get one, i mean. thanks. only, like, twelve. that's all that was in there. i'll be okay. tomorrow. no more help. no more . . . okay, it wasn't aspirin, but i'm tired is all. is a little fuzzed. am, i mean. you can go. don't freak out. just bed, okay? i'm going -- hey, thanks for everything. you know, i always -- no, i'll tell you tomorrow, when i'm over. there's already a note. it's mail. it's a letter in your mail, i mean. those'll be the last words, not these, so don't remember these, okay? i fell tired. feel, i mean. but i'm sorry. i am sorry. i can't -- don't forget the letter, okay? it should get you soon. to you, i mean. i'm, um, hey, i think that's it. that's all i can do, i'm going.
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Mar 23, 2015
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