Forget how I don't really enjoy bars anymore where weaving to meet your friend becomes a Nick Arcade challenge, but you do it anyway to meet the people you call friends.
Forget how seeing me made you feel so repulsed and wide eyed that you decided it was okay to "sneak" pictures of me with your phone and pass it around to your group of assholes to check out the beast on the other side of the tsunami of people.
Forget how you kept looking back and bursting into laughter causing the domino effect with your friends... over and over again.
Forget how all of this paralyzed me into not being able to stand... stand up for myself and call you out on your bullshit. Paralyzed not being able to explain without being embarrassed to my company why I wanted to leave so early.
Forget how I cried all the way home. Just floating on a river full of tears, and my legs just moving along with the current.
Forget how I'm supposed to brush this off and know I'm better than the picture you're painting of me. How I"m supposed to be strong.
Forget how I'm not supposed to hate this town.
Thanks for making this a night to remember. A shitty night to remember.
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