I'm hurting.

You know those absolutely vicious hangovers where you make deals with God, begging and pleading for your physical and emotional decay to stop in exchange for the unbreakable (and this time I mean it) promise that you'll never drink again?

So much Listerine, and yet the taste of Red Bull lingers.

Normally I end my playlists with the suggestion of 'enjoy loudly' but for this one, for my sake, please listen to it in a dark room, quietly, with a cold rag on your forehead.