miss promiscuity

th8s entry will be scandalous look away now

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i miss the way we used to be. i got high alone tonight and remembered the clubs.. how i would pregame and stumble into clubs, dancing lazily with fuzzy eyes and gold in my veins. the eyes on me, the electricity of bodies swaying into my personal space and bumping sweaty shoulders with each other. Near the end, a man once asked if he could buy me a drink. over the pounding of music i wanted to say yes, god fill me with substances and lets find a dark corner somewhere but the others were pulling, screaming, don't you dare and i conceded.

i should uave said yes. i've said it before, spent hazy nights with strangers that compliment me and kiss their cigarettes into my lungs. Ughhh i miss it. doing it alone feels good but it's better with the real deal

I'm still a little buzzed.