Everything is possible. You do crazy things. You don’t care what people may say or think. You just do and say what’s in your mind right now. You are spontaneous. You laugh for everything, you have this fever inside, you want to dance, you talk to everyone, you love everyone. The world is yours.
But then you wake up with a fucking headache, people try to remmember you what you did, you feel ashamed, the world is not yours anymore.
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