Misery
Sometimes you have a miserable night. Not a bad night. Just a night that clocks you in the face, makes you feel like shit.
I was in some small fake park in Williamsburg. With this guy I know. And he told me, angrily, that I never listen to him. And I don’t. I don’t.
It’s hard when someone tells you something true about yourself. Something you know but yo…
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