binge rereading NME is my form of self-harm at this point. I'm very much that drunkard at the bar, slouched over, drooling bile, talking about the good ol happy days, glass in one hand, my fifth cigarette in the other and the bartender ignores my existence. The bartender is my cat.
binge rereading NME is my form of self-harm at this point. I'm very much that drunkard at the bar, slouched over, drooling bile, talking about the good ol happy days, glass in one hand, my fifth cigarette in the other and the bartender ignores my existence. The bartender is my cat.