Go to a party. Expect it to be a shit party at a fancy venue.
Turns out to be an extremely shitty venue.
And extremely shitty music.
But somehow it was fucking exhilarating never the less.
End up drunk on my own endorphins.
Hitch a ride home with two friends I wasn’t particularly close to, but had an amazing time with last time we were together in this context.
End up having a really personal conversation on the ride home, and telling them shit I haven’t even told my best friend of 8 years.
Feel absolutely no doubt or regret afterwards, for once.
Could I be growing as a person? Or is this night just different?
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Go to a party. Expect it to be a shit party at a fancy venue.Turns out to be an extremely shitty...
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