The Night is Young, You Are Not

No goodnight kiss, empty bank account, too sober for my own good and sleeping next to someone who pretends she loves me-best night ever.

Fuck the world, stop dying and start living. Irresponsible as hell, but gratifying nonetheless. Drink, drink, drink, repeat.

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