My anxiety has been spiked all day. I'm such a mess. To make the perfect day, I worked for seven hours and hated it. Last night I guaged the first holes in my lobes to a 14 from 20. That hurt a little bit.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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