Chapter One
I find myself awake at just past midnight. I must have passed out after almost finishing a fifth of Jack. I had a dream that I wrote a truly awful novel based on my life. It chronicled my sad little life from my earliest memories until my last moment, about six months after I graduated from college. It amounted to a valueless collection of hopes and lost desires (to borrow from Ian).
It is now my twenty-first birthday, at least it will be at around 2:30 pm. In a month, I will be restarting my college career with the hopes of graduating soon.
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