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Nights out mean drinking and drinking is like taking a holiday from my head. I welcome the oblivion it brings. The buzz. When I black out, I don’t dream. I wake up hungover, but a hangover is predictable. I know how I’ll feel. Fragile, but also myself. A nice, easy, child-like version of myself who thinks a glass of water is the most miraculous thing on earth.
