when you drink it's like you know what your're doing in that moment. and you know what you want. But then you wake up in a different person's bed. and i don't necessarily mean sex. but you wake up feeling dryer than the bottle you drank out of. and you wake up thinking about everything you would have done differently. and then you know nothing was real. and anything you said or did really had no meaning or a point where it ended. and the difference of being there or here, is that when you're there, there is no limit to a single thing. and somtimes i like that feeling of being unlimited. and it angers me when people treat me like their little puppet. and they think i don't know what i'm doing. i did it all for a reason. and everything happens for a reason. so 'don't fuck with me' is what i'd like to say if i had the time. and little girl kisses were so much better in the first place. and you're slutty fingers will never go down me again. and i'd like to think that when i bite my tongue, he tastes blood. but it never really is like that. ever. and you know better than anyone esle that you don't deserve a person like her.

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