ALCOHOL?!!??!!???????!??!
Ok
So
I'm sitting here
At the store
Drawing
Minding my own business
And this one guy comes and fucking spills something over me and my sketchbook.
It smells
like fucking alcohol
I
want
to
die
*shoots self*
ALL I CARE ABOUT IS MY SKETCHBOOK *cries*
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