Woooooo
I drank too much as always. Now im sat downstairs, feeling shitty and drunk and thinkin too much. While all my friends, which i should be sat with are watching a film. I hate being the drunkest. Everyone always wants to sleep at the precise moment that i feel fucked
My life is a mess and i cant seem to shake off this feeling if depression thats been hovering over my head for the past five years. Even if im having a ball, its lurking somewhere.
Perhaps i should just give up drink. I dont enjoy myself when im pissed anymore. I only like the initial feelings of tipsiness. Then i begin to hate myself even more and i feel ill and plain shit.
The feeling of lonliness drags me down. I cant shake off my adoration/lust for Aaron. But i know hes a shit and hes bad for me. I love Ollie more than anyone will know. But i always have this arrrogant vain voice telling me that i can do better. I want him to want me. I want someone to lvoe me and to hold me and tell me they love me and to fuckin mean it instead of just seeing me as an easy grrrl that can be fucked and left to rot.
I need to neeeeeed to get over this shit or sort it out in someway. Becuase slowly but surely, my insecurities are killing me.
My life is a mess and i cant seem to shake off this feeling if depression thats been hovering over my head for the past five years. Even if im having a ball, its lurking somewhere.
Perhaps i should just give up drink. I dont enjoy myself when im pissed anymore. I only like the initial feelings of tipsiness. Then i begin to hate myself even more and i feel ill and plain shit.
The feeling of lonliness drags me down. I cant shake off my adoration/lust for Aaron. But i know hes a shit and hes bad for me. I love Ollie more than anyone will know. But i always have this arrrogant vain voice telling me that i can do better. I want him to want me. I want someone to lvoe me and to hold me and tell me they love me and to fuckin mean it instead of just seeing me as an easy grrrl that can be fucked and left to rot.
I need to neeeeeed to get over this shit or sort it out in someway. Becuase slowly but surely, my insecurities are killing me.