Stretched on and on into the blank expanse of the AM.
My mind as melancholic as a group of self harming self indulgent self gratifying sheep, lays open and untied.
In the bruised half light of a street lamp my body twists and contorts beneath it’s heavy feathery cover. Keeping the icy daggers pervading my room from stabbing down into exposed pale flesh.
As I flit from consciousness to subconsciousness. I can’t help but wonder where I am at my best.
I don’t know why I have it. Perhaps it’s one thing after another. I’m tired of selfish people, I’m tired of being let down….
Blah blah blah blah blah
Standard “woe is me, friends let you down rant”. Not all friends just to point out, and technically they shouldn’t be your friends if they are going to do so. So maybe it’s more the ones that should know better. The ones that you’ve helped time and again that even with a flicker of consideration could remedy this whole thing.
But alas I’m bound to ranting on a shitty blog about myself, I can’t make it any more obvious to them.
Whilst we’re on the subject….
Some more blah blah blah about being angry at the ignorance of people. People are idiots, I’m an idiot, you’re an idiot we are all idiots at times, just some of us have a bigger dickhead factor.
I miss drinking thing week, I miss knocking back a few bottles and going wild, I miss not caring about anything, but most of all I miss having you there….
WAIT we’re back on the blah blah blah.
Just do me a fucking favour and call when you say you will or atleast give me a txt. You know I would of done it for you.
Oh it been 2 months a bit sober now. No plans to change.