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letters from the wasteland;
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sharper
2014-03-01 03:29 am (UTC)
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1. The kind of night bad enough that you actually try to drink vodka straight.
(The foretaste's like water, the aftertaste's like the kind of thing you only wish you could throw up.)
2. Nobody's going to love you until you get your shit together. It doesn't work the other way around. Nothing does.
3. Everything hurts and I can't even admit to being a failure, because once that happens, what the fuck is there going to be left?
I am so so so sick of this. I am sick of being the one who's constantly doing all right. Who's okay with sinking.
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sharper
2014-03-01 03:35 am (UTC)
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Another swallow and you'll feel calmer. Another shot and you can do the rest.
You have work. You'll always have work.
Come on.
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sharper
2014-03-01 03:46 am (UTC)
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Third shot's the charm. It tasted like water, and you feel better already. Calm down. Put your headphones back on and drink fast.
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sharper
2014-03-01 03:50 am (UTC)
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Jesus god, I don't care if it's disgusting, we have work to do and you're getting a headache from all your weeping. Sobriety clearly isn't doing you much good! Just drink the damn shot.
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sharper
2014-03-01 03:57 am (UTC)
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One full shot down, one to go. Take a moment to recover, you wuss. It's fine. It tasted like water.
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(The foretaste's like water, the aftertaste's like the kind of thing you only wish you could throw up.)
2. Nobody's going to love you until you get your shit together. It doesn't work the other way around. Nothing does.
3. Everything hurts and I can't even admit to being a failure, because once that happens, what the fuck is there going to be left?
I am so so so sick of this. I am sick of being the one who's constantly doing all right. Who's okay with sinking.
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You have work. You'll always have work.
Come on.
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