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Friday, August 12, 2011

They Promised...

I can never look at a vodka bottle the same way again. In fact, I might not even be able to look at it without vomitting. Never have I hated a day like today. Got home around 7 am. Puked at 4 am. Puked again at 8 am and continued until 1 PM. Last night, alcohol whisked away my strength and left me incapable and defenseless. Though I feel physically better, just thinking about the moments after beer pong churns up all my leftover organs. Never again.

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