You know, the thing I really hate about shity situations while clubbing is that they strike anytime. I'm still quite amazed that I could feel the attack coming and building up before it actually happened, then again, there's no stopping to it. Last night was probably one of the shittiest nights, but it was still fun prior to whatever that happened.
And oh, my phone is stolen, again. God, how much I hate this.
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