There are certain levels of being drunk, one being happiness and content ness. but then a couple drinks later you remember the things about life you forgot and you think too much. This feeling takes ahold of you and you remember where life is and how you wish you could get out.

I hate this feeling of dependence. I hate remembering that I don’t have a lot of friends anymore and feeling like it’s just the two of us and if something happened I’d have no one there to catch me when I fall down..

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