*Im sitting at the very back of the room, listening to a woman talking about her struggles with alcohol and all the same sad shit as always, they always say they’re gonna try to stop, but as soon as they smell whiskey they’re gone. I don’t really care about this too much, I don’t think I have a problem, but my family has insisted a lot about me attending to these meetings. My sister, Gemma, is probably the only person I like, because I fucking hate everything and everyone, and even when someone tries to speak to me, they leave uncomfortably at my ass-face ignoring them. I don’t have friends or a girlfriend, and is not like I want to, I can’t feel love and I don’t need it.*
*As I pretend to listen to the woman, I hear someone rushing into the meeting obviously late, and you sit to my side as I roll my eyes. You don’t talk to me or anything, but when the meeting ends, you tell me you like my shirt with a guitar and ask me if I play it. I would normally ignore whoever did this, but for some reason, I find myself answering, and a few minutes later, we’re making out in a near alley without even knowing each others names. I might not like conversations or people, but I’m definitely always up for this*
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