The Sound of Smoking
Slitting your wrists is all the fun of partying with none of the regret in the morning. You get to be sloppy and wreck stuff and no one can really blame you. “Oops sorry I ruined your dress. We shouldn’t be dancing so close anyways, I have a girlfriend”If honesty always comes out when you’re drunk you could mumble “I thought I already told you not to trust me” and give a playful wink and fancy yourself cleverer than anyone realizes. And if they challenge you simply retort “forget spilling my guts, I’m pouring blood here!”
No one ever really wants to hear the truth anyways.
Labels: kill yourself-suprise your friends, uncontrollable urges
posted by El Chupacabra @ 11:39 AM
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