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-Are you okay?

-yes.

Am I?
No.

I can't admit I'm not okay if I admit I'm not okay that's admitting there's a problem. There isn't a problem right?

So I'm fine, I'm okay...

Someone hand me a bottle. Lets choke it down and fuck all night.

This will make more sense if you read me

Monday this starts:

Kill me?

SF this weekend.
I need to get drunk.