Let me play among the stars.
These are the times that I feel most vulnerable. I lay in may bed, barely functional, while my house is full of people, non of which are sober. I am completely out of control. At this point, there is nothing I can do about this party. I hate that. I don't understand the benefit. Is that sacrifice worth it? Like, what are we really getting out of this? A chance for our house to get fucked up and something to clean for days. We live here. When all these people leave, we will still be here. We are the only four that has any consideration for the care of this house. That is crazy to me. I love this house, and I love my roommates, but the parties alone make me want to get my own place.
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