octobre 12, 2003

karaoke does not heal my pain

there is nothing worse than trying to drink in manhattan when all you want to do is be curled up in your bed with a bottle of wine and a box of tissue. tonight, i hated everyone (except my companions). tonight, i tried to prostrate myself on the altar of public humiliation in the hopes that it would distract me. tonight, i tried to play hostess to an out of town friend and wasn't terribly successful. tonight, i cried again as the taxi took me home.
i could walk over bridges for miles.

Posted by shivery at octobre 12, 2003 02:37 AM
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