Friday 20 June 2008

The Night Everything Got A Bit More Broken.

I can write how shit I feel now in retrospect.

Not being drunk on 2 pints of strongbow / emotional breakdown.
Not taking fucking pictures of myself crying in a park in the fucking dark.
Not turning up to something I KNEW was a bad idea from the beginning.
Not pretending to be okay.
Not waiting for something to happen for so long, it's JUST ABOUT left your head, then you see it driving up the fucking road.
I thought I would have been at least prepared enough to spot the car.
You dick. You silly dick.


My Soul in a Small Black Box