Hedonism

I've always felt rather in awe / jealous of people who can get really off their faces and want to / can go on drinking for hours and hours and hours...

I've always been both mentally and physically incapable of it. And yet, now, suddenly, I'm one of them.

And why? Because I desperately want to escape, to anaesthetise myself. Which is such a cliched explanation for this type of behaviour, I can barely bring myself to type it out.

But in my case it's true.

But also fun. Great fun, in fact.

Hmmm.


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