Written in phone whilst incredibly drunk:
There's a reason I came here. The reason is that i never do. I'm a pussy. I never hang thick with strangers. I never follow the[m] home and drink their booze and pretend i find their conversations compelling. I never do this. That's why I'm here. It's necessary. It's necessary to discover the person I always thought I was, the loose cannon, the weird stranger that sleeps on the travelers couch. I wanted to make no sense. and here I am. Living the dream.
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