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Thursday; three drinks

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"You know why I never call you when I'm sober? It's because I'm too much of a coward. I know I'll freak out and end it within a second of pressing your contact. I don't even know whether you listen to these or not. A part of me wants you to, so you know how fucked up my life is since you left but the other part doesn't. In a way, I'm embarrassed.

"I'm embarrassed of who I've become and I wish I knew why. Actually, I do know why. I spend every other day in a bar and the other days in bed. I shouldn't be like this. Hell, no one should. I'm tired of this lifestyle but I don't think I can change. I hate this, Harry, I hate this so much.

"Why did you turn out so perfect and I didn't? I'm sorry. I really am. For everything. You gotta believe me, Haz. If I knew I wouldn't regret it in the morning, I'd march down to your house and apologize face to face. But anyways, I'm tired.

"I'll see you in the morning. Crap, I mean bye Harry."

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