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Monster
...written on 2007-10-09, @ 12:00 a.m.
I don't want a drink but I am tossing back shots like it is going out of style.
I don't want to be a one night stand in some broken down bar in the dirtiest part of the city but my fingers are slipping down to the button on his jeans and I think I can feel my knees giving out.
I don't want to burn these clothes in the morning but the stains won't wash out and I just can't look at them anymore.
I don't want to draw these sharp little lines but it doesn't hurt quite so bad afterwards even though my head pounds.
I don't want to wonder what happened but I already know I'm lost.
I don't want to be that girl but I can already feel myself pushing to be her.