We made it all the way to 8 of the clock

I feel like I’ve run a race

I feel like a failure

I feel there is hope

I was going into this blind, now I know what is what, I know what it’s going to be like. The unknown is sometimes worse, and tomorrow is another day, looks like drinks are going to be like cigarettes after all!

Kitty

It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to!

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