7: Sixine
Four? Five? Six? Ten? I don’t know how many cocktails I’ve had. I giggle like a fool before suddenly frowning. I can’t even say that I took advantage of it, everything is bland tonight. The music is cryingly sad, and the Bloody Mary is tasteless. I thought I was cheering myself up by leaving the loft, it’s finally the pathos of my life that jumps out at me. I can’t stand the lightness around me anymore, these carefree humans who empty their glasses while dancing happily. Needless to say, the less we know, the happier we are. Here we have reached the pinnacle of ridiculousness: I envy humans. That said, they have at least one thing that I don’t: sincere and supportive friends. Why do the girls turn away from me when I’m the only one working to save our loaves? Didn’t it occur to anyone th
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