𝟬𝟯𝟮, hate drinking

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⮞ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍', ˢᵘᵍᵃʳʰⁱˡˡ ᵈᵈᵒᵗ
❝ woke up surprised, am i really alive? i was trying to die last night, i survived suicide last night, ❞





















ᴏᴍɴɪꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛꜱᴜɢᴀʀʜɪʟʟ, ɴʏ | ʜᴀʀʟᴇᴍ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ

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ᴍɴɪꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛ
ꜱᴜɢᴀʀʜɪʟʟ, ɴʏ | ʜᴀʀʟᴇᴍ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ

ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ, ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ 27ᴛʜ 2022 | @ʟᴏʟᴏ_ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ

londyn groaned as the sunlight seeped through the blinds, stabbing her eyes with an unwelcome brightness. she winced, trying to recall the events of the previous night through the fog of her throbbing headache. 

flashes of laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulsing beat of music danced through her mind, but everything was hazy and fragmented.

i hate drinking she thought quietly to herself. wait no, i just dislike it she thought. no i only dilike it sometimes.

dragging herself out of bed, londyn stumbled to the bathroom, her head pounding with each step. the taste of regret lingered on her tongue as she leaned over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach with a gut-wrenching heave. she flushed the toilet weakly, feeling utterly defeated.

" mama?!" londynn called out, trying to see if her mother was home. " treyvon?! luis?!"

there was no response.

she wondered where luis was. he was always goen. and when he was home, he was always smiling on his phone. maybe he was seeing somebody.

as she slumped against the wall, the doorbell rang, causing her to groan in frustration. she cursed softly, the noise echoing painfully in her head. 

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