Last night.
Hm. I'm a bit pissed off at the moment. About five guys who live on this floor are in a room watching something on the laptop and they didn't invite either me or Lloyd.. so yeah.. we feel excluded. Don't know why it is really. Hm.
Last night? Well, it was okay. I drank a bit (not as much as I had planned but once I started dancing and drinking sickly sweet alcopops (sp?) they didn't react well in my stomach) and danced a lot and laughed a bit. And then I walked home in the rain on my own. I had no coat, no umbrella, just a thin top and jeans and that's about it. I stopped off at the vending machine at the top of the hill, got two chocolate bars and found one for free too! Awesome. Then I came in, staggered up the stairs.. stumbled into Adam's room and lay on the floor (after presenting him with the free chocolate bar) saying how I was going to be sick. So, he suggested going to Gordon's room so I could be sick there, what a gentleman. In the end we ended up in the other flat's kitchen.. and then I just got sad. So I came back into my room for a bit and started to cry. And, there were sobs, but no one was in this flat so no one was here to help me.. I guess that's for the best right? though. Hm. The bleeding thing wasn't too good. I went back to the other kitchen and when Adam showed me the slightest bit of kindness I had to run back to my room to cry again.
*shrug* I also couldn't speak for half an hour/an hour at one point.
Jesus. Really, I just want a hug and to be told that I'm loved.. I'm waiting til Christmas for that though. Gotta hold on.
I made a whopper of a home-made burger today. With bacon and cheese and ketchup. Twas veryyy good.
And now I'm just tired and, really, I'm still not fantastic. I don't know what's wrong with me (well, I do and I don't) but there's no cure for me right now so I'm going to plod along and try to give in all the work that needs to be handed in.
Last night? Well, it was okay. I drank a bit (not as much as I had planned but once I started dancing and drinking sickly sweet alcopops (sp?) they didn't react well in my stomach) and danced a lot and laughed a bit. And then I walked home in the rain on my own. I had no coat, no umbrella, just a thin top and jeans and that's about it. I stopped off at the vending machine at the top of the hill, got two chocolate bars and found one for free too! Awesome. Then I came in, staggered up the stairs.. stumbled into Adam's room and lay on the floor (after presenting him with the free chocolate bar) saying how I was going to be sick. So, he suggested going to Gordon's room so I could be sick there, what a gentleman. In the end we ended up in the other flat's kitchen.. and then I just got sad. So I came back into my room for a bit and started to cry. And, there were sobs, but no one was in this flat so no one was here to help me.. I guess that's for the best right? though. Hm. The bleeding thing wasn't too good. I went back to the other kitchen and when Adam showed me the slightest bit of kindness I had to run back to my room to cry again.
*shrug* I also couldn't speak for half an hour/an hour at one point.
Jesus. Really, I just want a hug and to be told that I'm loved.. I'm waiting til Christmas for that though. Gotta hold on.
I made a whopper of a home-made burger today. With bacon and cheese and ketchup. Twas veryyy good.
And now I'm just tired and, really, I'm still not fantastic. I don't know what's wrong with me (well, I do and I don't) but there's no cure for me right now so I'm going to plod along and try to give in all the work that needs to be handed in.