the scientist // t.j

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"come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry."

"tyler, it'll be fine. you need to get over her," the voice in my head says. every weekend she's been gone i've gotten really drunk. maybe even hook up with someone.

tonight was a typical club night beings it is friday. when walking out of the house all i can think about is "i'm gonna get laid tonight."

-skip to club-

"do you want your usual tyler?" "nah, give me something stronger." "it'll be ready shortly." mark slid the glass towards me and i drank.

someone tapped me on the shoulder and i looked up. there she was. "i'm sorry," was all i said.