Let’s take a deep breath, throw it all away.
It’s 2 days til christmas. Not feeling christmas-sy AT all. How sad?
Spend all my time working. Unless i was out drinking with… work.
A night consisting of tears, vomit and emotions running high. The rest is not exactly clear to say the least.
Im so bored of it. Drinking til my liver hurts and i’m “confessing” how much i like him.
Id be a liar if i said ive never lied.
When better to tell the truth, after countless shots and the room doesn’t stay still?
Telling someone who you really are has never felt so good.
People say when you hit the bottom, the only way you can go is up. I don’t know how much truth is in that, i know if that fails, you always have good old karma.
What goes up definitely does come down. It’s harder to believe that what goes down, is ever going to see daylight again.
Everything from that night out is fueled by gossip. Never mind smoke without fire, people make mistakes, talking about it doesn’t take it back. But it does guarantee that something nasty is bound to come your way, seeing as your clearly not perfect yourself.
I have to be grateful that after the alcohol wears off and make up is all over your face, i still have a friend i can wake up with, who says that even with yesterdays eyeliner im beautiful.
All you can say is Fuck it! What’s done is done, It’s probably going to happen again.
Sunday 28th December! Underworld. Im not letting go of my liver without a fight
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[you are a terrible liar hun]
[but hey, oh well]
[and dwbi loads were crying that
night, primarily on my shoulder
for some reason, lol] x