the habit of being

Of costume parties and unrequited love. Candy, children. Red fingernails and fingerwaves and dreams of things past. Obsession, and sympathy, and drunkenness. Decadence. Halloween.

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My curls are mad and my head aches and I think I may have molested my friend at the second costume party last night. (Stay away from the punch and the eyeliner.) I came home and vomited in the tub.