when i got home that night
- three-hundred and sixty-five days
prior to writing this,
i’d spent exactly
- forty-five minutes
drinking.
i’d left the house at
- eight-thirty pm
and planned to spend about
- three and a half-hours
shooting the **** with old friends
while pretending i was okay.
instead, i downed
- three double-shots of ***** and lemonade
- three double-shots of malibu and coke
- 2 shots of amaretto and coke
- and one pint of beer.
and after those forty five minutes,
my friend spent about
- twenty minutes
dragging me home.
it took
- two-and-a-half minutes
to explain to her that i’d been ill.
very ill.
and that really, i still was
very ill.
and it took
- two-point-five seconds
for her to ignore me.
when I got home that night
- three-hundred and sixty-five days
prior to writing this,
i spent about
- one hour
throwing up through my mouth.
and through my nose.
- two eyes
- one t-shirt
- one toilet bowl
- one bedsheet
soaked in tears, mascara and *****
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
when i got home that night
- three-hundred and sixty-five days
prior to writing this,
i’d spent exactly
- forty-five minutes
drinking.
i’d left the house at
- eight-thirty pm
and planned to spend about
- three and a half-hours
shooting the **** with old friends
while pretending i was okay.
instead, i downed
- three double-shots of ***** and lemonade
- three double-shots of malibu and coke
- 2 shots of amaretto and coke
- and one pint of beer.
and after those forty five minutes,
my friend spent about
- twenty minutes
dragging me home.
it took
- two-and-a-half minutes
to explain to her that i’d been ill.
very ill.
and that really, i still was
very ill.
and it took
- two-point-five seconds
for her to ignore me.
when I got home that night
- three-hundred and sixty-five days
prior to writing this,
i spent about
- one hour
throwing up through my mouth.
and through my nose.
- two eyes
- one t-shirt
- one toilet bowl
- one bedsheet
soaked in tears, mascara and *****
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