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I'm sweating like a fucking pig.
I'm tired, I'm sick. My hands are cold and so are my legs. There's an ache in my back, and I could taste the bile on my throat. I slur, I don't make sense. Your name on my lips tastes like sardines, and my face is turning green.
Eating too much solanine can make you feel bad, smoking too much nicotine can lead to your death. There really isn't anything good about consuming something overripe or anything past its expiry date. But you know me, I'd do it. I'll pick up half-finished cigarettes from the ground and finish them on my way home. I'll drink this spoiled milk just to fill my stomach for three hours before I throw it all up again. It's destructive, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. It's fucking awful and I'm miserable, but I'd do it all again, 'cause I'm tired, I'm sick. My hands are cold and so are my legs. There's an ache in my back, and I could taste the bile on my throat. I slur, I don't make sense. Your name on my lips tastes like sardines, and my face is turning green. I don't give a good goddamn care. I'd destroy myself if that means I get what I want.
And you know me.
You know me damn well.
𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 {𝗳 𝘂 𝗰 𝗸 𝗶 𝗻 𝗴} 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.