There is those days after celebrating and drinking outstanding amounts of alcohol with your mates, and everything that happens led to unexpected situations that you never imagine before, for good or for bad. You feel so depressive in next day that you are about to die, and deeply, deeply regret the fourth drink of the night, and swear to your mother that you will never do it again, but when you come to yourself and realize that you survive from all those stupids acts, you just can’t wait for the next time, you are desperate to the next dose, you are desperate for the next sniffling, you know that it’s stupid, but the desire for doing it again is stronger than you, your desire is so strong that controls your attitudes, your brain cannot live within another ordinary day, is just too boring. The next day has to come, you’re excited about it, actually, you are mad about it, you are mad to find yourself, and doesn’t fucking matter who is it. You are mad to be.
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coffee + insomnia
