<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>7fqx wrote</title><author_name>7fqx (npub1nj…k7fqx)</author_name><author_url>https://yabu.me/npub1njst6azswskk5gp3ns8r6nr8nj0qg65acu8gaa2u9yz7yszjxs9s6k7fqx</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://yabu.me</provider_url><html>You know when you find yourself at an after after party. Sitting about on the floor.  And there&#39;s a beer soaked patch on the carpet which you keep accidentally putting your hand in. You&#39;ve crushed up the last pills to snort, turned the baggies inside out. It&#39;s all wearing off. Reality is crashing in. Everyone&#39;s gone silent and weirdly introverted, thinking about what a mess their life is, dwelling on horrible memories. Someone says they&#39;re going to the shops, but you can&#39;t even be arsed speaking to this stranger to say you want a diet coke, even tho only hours ago you were enthusiastically talking to them about, something or other. Besides you don&#39;t even know their name. And how the fuck are you going to get home.&#xA;&#xA;That&#39;s what it&#39;s like to use nostr.</html></oembed>