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6am and I still haven’t gone to bed. People in my neighborhood are going to work, it’s daylight, but I’m not even a single ounce of tired. Whatever. Fuck it.
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce. Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms. The maids come around too much, Parents ain’t around enough. Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar. Too many white lies, and white lines. Super rich kids with nothin’ but loose ends. Super rich kids with nothin’ but fake friends.