i love mornings when you wake up wearing your bikini, in bed not knowing how you got there, with a bottle cap, various kleenex, and a small drawstring bag you bought in japan scattered across the sheet. i vaguely remember sleeping on the bathroom floor for a while, but apparently i picked myself up, took my contacts out, and dragged myself to bed.
whoa.
i don't actually love these mornings. but sometimes, for the good of the psyche, they're necessary for blowing off some steam. some nights your friends see the look in your eye and they know that they're in for a big night, whether or not they want it, and whether or not you actually leave the house. and that's what friends do. that's who they are. they get pissed at the people that hurt you, they say fuck 'em when you're trying to be fair about it, whatever. they rally. and i'm so grateful.
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