second bottle
currently, if you were to describe this feeling it’d be self pity. it’d be a rotten, gut-wrenching, sour-mouthed, costco sized can of self pity, sitting on a bed in a basement. cheer the fuck up silly.
currently, if you were to describe this feeling it’d be self pity. it’d be a rotten, gut-wrenching, sour-mouthed, costco sized can of self pity, sitting on a bed in a basement. cheer the fuck up silly.
