we’ve all done it….
There are typically three meals in a day: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I had learned this throughout my first eighteen years of life and accepted it without question. However, once I started my freshmen year of college, I learned there was a fourth meal. It doesn’t really have a name, unless “Regret” counts as a name. It happens very, very late at night, probably after you’ve danced your butt off to a song that inevitably has a hashtag in the title. It’s too late to still be night time, but too early to still be morning. You’re not tired enough for bed yet, and too tired to do anything productive, like finish your psychology reading or finally kick out the mouse that’s taken up residence in your already too-small dorm room. You don’t know exactly what time it is, you realize, but you do know one thing: the drinks you’ve…
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