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Work, Work, Work, Sleep, Work, Work, Work, Get Fucked Up, Work, Sleep. Fuck that. I’m ready for something new. I’m so fucking sick of all these people and places. I wish I could go back to January. Things were good back then, sort of. Or Florida. Ha. I’m starting to not care anymore. I got half a bottle of gin in my dresser. Time to get fucked up, fuck everyone.
