It's 5 AM....
I don't want to be awake.
Given half the chance I'll try to drink myself flat, but I run out of bourbon a while back.
I seem to have hit quite the obstacle in my 'Island Girl' life.
Namely, you lot. (DAMN YOU!!!)
No matter how sadly or happy I am, no matter if I call you pot plants, no matter if I give you gifts or demand you buy me drinks or just turn up to wibble like a strange near-apocalypse in your living-room...... I miss you.
Yes YOU, you bastards, you're far away and I can't fix it, and I miss you - all of you - even the bunch who don't like me much and don't give a shit.
And that's very odd. But that seems to be how it is at 5am.
I should try to sleep now but all I want to do is talk to keechers.
Argghhhh.
Given half the chance I'll try to drink myself flat, but I run out of bourbon a while back.
I seem to have hit quite the obstacle in my 'Island Girl' life.
Namely, you lot. (DAMN YOU!!!)
No matter how sadly or happy I am, no matter if I call you pot plants, no matter if I give you gifts or demand you buy me drinks or just turn up to wibble like a strange near-apocalypse in your living-room...... I miss you.
Yes YOU, you bastards, you're far away and I can't fix it, and I miss you - all of you - even the bunch who don't like me much and don't give a shit.
And that's very odd. But that seems to be how it is at 5am.
I should try to sleep now but all I want to do is talk to keechers.
Argghhhh.