This is what you get

'For a minute I lost my self, I lost myself'

Radiohead is not the best thing to listen to when you are already depressed but for some reason it is also quite comforting knowing there is someone else out there who feels the same way you do.
God bless Thom Yorke.

One of those days you pass out at 7am and then wake up with a painful head and grumbling stomach at 3pm. The rest of the day passes much the same as when you woke up but if someone graces you with their company then it is a score because you can talk and avert your mind from the terrible truth that you are very unfortunately hungover,

'Still cries at a good film,
Still kisses with saliva'


While lying on your bed watching the pretty pictures on the screen you understand that there is no one to blame apart from yourself for feeling like a pile of shit.
Anti social behaviour is a must on these occassions, you just want the day to end, but you can't let yourself sleep at 8pm because that would just be a sin, especially on a saturday night.
You question to how everyone is going out after the night before, but you don't care because your not and thats all that preys on your mind. Should I go out and get once again drunk and hungover? Or should I stay in the warmth and peace? Before your head decides for you, your eyes start to close and open lazily and you start to dream of how tomorrow might be better, at least you wont be hungover and depressed.

Its the first day of my life and I will live it honestly and sensibley. What a wonderful thought, shame it never lasts...