You will never hear the end of this, darling, I’ll be talking till you’re gone. Don’t even bother to apologize, darling, it’s what I’ve wanted all along.

Absence make the heart grow fonder, whiskey makes the mind grow weak, maybe next time you’ll remember to always think before you speak.

Moderation must be lost on you, this must happen all the time. For the sake of our immortal soul, maybe you go your way I’ll go mine.

You feel so unprepared, just like no one’s listening. You keep vomiting words, feels like the room keeps spinning.


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