Eight shots of tequila and two bottles of beer, and I officially provoked my inner demon. I thought of the pain, and typed angrily. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. The message was short, and hurtful. And for the first time, I do not regret being drunk, and angry, and so willing to make you suffer, more. You just got served what you so long deserved.
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