” you know, i know i shouldn’t be sad or feel anything but i have to say this. “ she slurred between words, leaning back against the couch she was sitting on, holding her half full cup - which would be maybe her 5th glass of alcohol. kylie didn’t know how it got to this point, but there she was wasted at alina’s and spouting nonsense. “ i fucking hate guys, and relationships, and fucking people. i really do. “









