Tuesday 11 January 22
I feel so fucking hung-over. Can’t afford to lose control in the midst of all this. This damn heart doesn’t stop beating so hard, so loud, so fast. So pathetic. It’s like my stomach’s sunk deep and stayed down there. Like I’m invited to my ex’s wedding: an awful lot of emotions.
I'm going, by the way.
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My life is haunted, the shadows call.