Allen's Diary

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Dear Journal,

So, yesterday was my birthday. I tried to spend it with people, but no one wanted to hang.

Besides booze.

Oh how I fucking l o v e you booze.

But now I have a hangover and a horrible sniffle. If I'm getting sick I'm gonna end someone. Now I remember why I went sober.

But at least I don't reek of smoke. Doubt I'll quit, but one day is a good day.

Speaking of cigs, I'm craving one.

Adios bitches.