So per usual, the friends that vouched to get me out of this depression, melancholy funk flaked out on me tonight, so I decided to venture out alone in search of intoxication to drown my sorrows.
Ah, Mulligan's.
I was there for quite a minute by myself, sucking down "happy" drinks of rum and cokes, when Donnie graces my presence, with a look of sorrow and sadness.
We drank together in our heartbreak, and reminisced. It was nice, but I cried.
I feel so alone still, without hugs or reassurance that everything's going to be okay.
I hate it.
I just want my questions answered.
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