That drink.
I was angry at him for her.
I was angry at her.
I was angry with myself.
I simply couldnt sleep.
Love still doesnt fucking make sense.
Maybe it was all of the above. Maybe it was none. Guess ill never find out.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
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