Ssaturday Night

I love the feeling when you're not TOO drunk but jsut drunk enough where everything feels like a movie and you're laughing hysterically at things that shouldn't be that funny and you're in a car that's driving too fast and your life isn't yours (thank "god") so you can breathe for once and sigh in relief and just let go. But it seems like substances are the only thing that can make me happy these days I wonder what that's all about and what will happen tomorrow morning when I have to wake up? I hope that I don't have to find out.

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Oceaneyes

29 / F / American

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