Saturday night is killing me and Monday morning feels like shit. Another night of parties & dance clubs vs. the promise of advernture. Drinking yourself to death like bob stinson is anything but romantic and dancing away to old wave records is anything but progressive. While my notebooks are empty and my books are unread... Crippled by the fear of failure or paralysed by indecision. I've got no one but myself to blame.
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