Screwed

Dang Now, I think I will be known as the barbaric friend.
Perfect.

And the little cocktail is killing my head. Bad.

Listening to “dreaming with a broken heart” makes me cry.

“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part. Cos she’s gone, gone, gone. Gone…
Gone.”

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