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...written on 2007-10-13, @ 7:41 p.m.
On nights like this I pretend not to care. On nights like this I want to drink until I really don't. When I wake up, sore and puking, I would cry until my eyes were too dry to squeeze out tears. I would pour my heart out and hope someone would listen. And I would know that beyond a doubt they would dismiss it as a hangover. And that hurts even worse because I know I would be telling the truth.