Twenty two isn't that different to twenty one. I wasn't expecting it to be.
I need some new music. Nothing's fitting anymore and it's pissing me off. Just need to see if I've got any money hidden away.
They didn't show up in the end, which is fan-fucking-tastic for me. I didn't need them snooping around and they wouldn't have liked it anyway - they don't look the sort who'd fit in with porn on doors and red paint everywhere. She'd have thrown a fit and he wouldn't have been much better. How old do they think I am anyway?
Kind of twitchy - shit
crazy actually. Probably because I need some smokes or something. I'd forgotten just how damn clingy the things were...meh. I was always gonna start again someday. Might as well make it now.
I feel the need to break something - heaven help anyone who bothers me now.