dizzy dizzy
today is a recovery day. this is how my life works. one day drinking, one day recovering. nothing much gets done on either day. not a terrible way of dealing with things no? i'm either too drunk to be aware, or too hungover to move. when bad things start to approach me... i pass out. so no harm done. still, it is not the best way to spend my time. i feel lke shit. but i'm on my own, so what does it matter? i'll sort myself out by the time she gets back. i miss her, i'm none too fond of this without her. going out and seeing friends is ok i guess, but i'm only goingg so i'm not by myself, because i need SOMEBODY to be there, even if they are all oblivious to this fact. but now i'm on my own, and i'm ok? well i'm just too hungover to care about anything. the screaming gets lost in the pounding rhythm of my skull. it will wear off eventually and then i'll be afraid again, and will have to do something about it. so i drink more.
meh. oh well, not too much longer now. fun things came today, i want her to come home so i can try them :P
i want the world to stop spinning and flaring. food methinks.
"a kebab can be enjoyed as a healthy and nutritious breakfast"
then i'm off to get a job involving double glazing apparently.
meh. oh well, not too much longer now. fun things came today, i want her to come home so i can try them :P
i want the world to stop spinning and flaring. food methinks.
"a kebab can be enjoyed as a healthy and nutritious breakfast"
then i'm off to get a job involving double glazing apparently.