The other morning, I woke up with a splendidly awful hangover so I promptly poured out half a bottle of vodka. I really wish I hadn't done that, I hate being left to my own devices when I'm feeling so depressed and lonesome.

I watched the latest Harry Potter movie with my sister and two friends. When they all went home I just feel kinda shocked and sad to be all alone again. I drove home and started to cry, thinking about all the things that were bothering me so.

I got home to my empty apartment that smelled of cleaner from scrubbing the tub, promptly noticing a roach crawling in my sink. DISGUSTING! I angrily sprayed him with water from the extend-able faucet which forced him down the disposal and I turned it on, grinding him up. Then I fell guilty because he probably had a family and didn't deserve to die.
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