Feb 27, 2024.
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap🎶
I'm feeling 23 again, I feel everything that I was feeling in that year. Could it be because of people who came into my life that I've left behind?
That girl, old friends, those drinks, that other girls which I loved for a while. Is it because of them?
I'm ashamed of myself, I feel like I'm a little girl again, and even if I don't like this feelings I know that I have to find the reason of it all. I have to do it so I won't repeat the story.
Right now I'm thinking about all the pain, all those tears, my lost memory, the dizziness and those actions.
I made a promise to myself, I'm not going to drink wine ever again.
I think that it could be somehow the trigger. I mean I was drinking it the day before everything happened and I continued to drink it that night.I went back to the previous days and I was feeling low but I was pushing myself to go to the club with my best friend and I drank a lot of different things but I never felt like crying or sad, I even fell in love with one girl who I was dancing with, a stranger. She kissed me and I felt happy. She was so caring and sweet, gentle, her touch, her smile, everything was perfect.
The second time I was drinking a lot too but again, the only feeling present was calmness, I was hoping to see her again and I did saw someone. The point is that I was kinda okay.I don't understand, maybe I was vibrating in a lower frequency and I went back to my past?
I'm still wondering what happened, I'm trying to figure it out, to find an answer...
But still resonates the fact that literally every person that belonged to that exact moment of my life, were present in some way in that lapse of time, that Saturday and Sunday night.
I don't believe in coincidences, it was meant to be...but why?
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