"if you play, you play for keeps. take a gun and count to three"
bad days occur more and more regularly anymore. you get away from the things that bring you down-- yet you're still stuck in a depressed state of mind. you start to forget about the things you wanted so badly to get away from, and all you think about is the things you miss the most. all those memories get scattered around like dirt and you're no longer able to hold them in your hands. self control is a hard thing to have when you dont even want to have it. it makes the battle against your feeling nearly impossible to win.
i dont know how im still fighting this.
"i said i wouldnt call but im a little drunk and i need you now"
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