I'm a f**k-up
"You're right." He whispered after a while and I sighed in relieve. "But I still blame myself for being so blind. I just agree to the fact that I blame my actions on alcohol while I know it doesn't have that much effect on me." "It has some effects, obviously." I thought whether giving an example was a smart thing to do. "You wouldn't throw a glass at me if you weren't under alcohol's grip, would you?" I asked jokingly. It was more of less a test to see how he would react to me being honest about his actions and to see how much the alcohol was still controlling his subconscious. He laughed it off and shook his head. "I hope so." He said and I nodded. "You better do." I laughed. We were both silent for a while, thinking. Or at least, I was thinking. I was thinking how it could've ended othe
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