when you got completely fucked up, and were convinced your pulse was, like, dancing with the music? Then you went around telling everyone to feel your neck, but you had headphones on. No one had a clue what fucking music you were even talking about.
Naturally, I do not know in the slightest. I was gone. Point A and point B were obscure, so you can
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Didn't really feel like becoming a wino, so much appreciated. Thanks
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I used to write on a tiny tiny notebook I always had in my bag - my friends wouldn't even notice I was, well, vomiting stuff on the page. I actually found that notebook a few weeks ago when I was moving -- I read it all at once and it was... powerful stuff. it's probably just the time that's passed but I almost didn't recognize me? I don't know if that makes sense. I was also mildly to hugely ashamed, but that's just my upbringing rearing its ugly head, I guess.
btw I'm all for a little alcohol consumption. but it doesn't build anything apart from genius hangovers, now does it?
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Yeah, always throws me for a loop too when I read something written a while back. General confusion and 'I wrote this?' abound.
No doubt. That's why I don't drink unless I'm happy. Preventing patterns from occurring. :P
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