night out:
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nearly midnight. eyes blurred and dry. it was friday night as to which i do my usual activities. i would usually party my sorrows away as if they've never happened. george, my ex boyfriend, was the one to blame. people always said that text isn't the right way to break up with someone, they were right. heartbroken, i walked around the dimly lit bar area looking for someone to waste my night on. it wasn't like i had anything better to do. i saw a decent looking person headed my way. though i couldn't trust my poor vision. he was average in height, looked thin, brunette. seemed like a good person.
he started the conversation , "what brings you here to this trash place?."
"wanting to waste my whole life on cheap alcohol," i said slurring nearly every syllable.
"that's pretty understandable, im doing the same. nasty breakup, tough shit."
" crazy, im doing the same."
"i guess we really have a lot in common maybe we should talk a little more" he said with a slight smirk. through our conversation I learned that the fellows name is alex and that his flat mate was the one who fucked my life over. he kindly apologized on his behalf but, filled with anger, i took the glass in my hand and smashed it on the side on his head. while he was stirring in pain i took the bar stool and threw it towards his way.
that night the bartender called the police and escorted me towards the car. i never saw alex nor george ever again.
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Well sorry about the long wait and lack of creativity. Writers block fucking sucks but hopefully I'll write more
