L.O.S.T
Bby lost his pouch last night. According to him it was my fault. I was drunk and refused to go home. He dragged me on to the car then found that his pouch was no longer on his waist. Not much money though, a BB, a camera, and some cards.
All of these things can be earned back, but words that you choose to let out of your mouth left a scar on my heart and keep repeating in my head. I knew "Sorry" doesn't help, and i can't promise that i won't be drunk again. But yet i just want to say sorry. For everything.
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