Dear drunk friend,

You talk to me, saying that you’re already infected by that alcohol spirit. You say sorry often for being like that and for things that you might say. And yet I see nothing wrong with you. I don’t know if it’s just me. I also don’t know if it’s just you. But one thing I’m sure of is this: I can talk and listen to you on whatever state you’re at. And I’m glad to know that, too.


your true friend


About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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