I'd be crying into my beer if I drank the shit. I'd be crying into my Smirnoff if I had any. I just want to cry. And get drunk. And get more drunk. And forget.
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About Me
- Name: Candi
- Location: Tennessee, United States
Whimsically serious, beautifully flawed, frighteningly intelligent, fascinatingly boring, deafeningly silent, mournfully optimistic. A walking conundrum?
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