a week's rest. better skin.
and i injected some fun into my veins.
by fun i mean indulging alcohol and puking it out later.
twice.
i hate hangovers.
the feeling is like bare hands,
grabbing my brain tightly oozing out what seems to be the littlest of brain juice i had.
it was excruciating.
but it was purely fun.
im smiling at least.
i needed that.
sometimes we need something to make us realise how much we love a person.
i love you guys, especially getting drunk and making out for whatever reason.
no sexual intentions.
its all platonic love.
platonic, i said.
back to reality,
school's back.
so that means the eyebags will be back too.
i messed round with my 18 bucks worth of webcam.
so the quality; figures.
fuck its 4am.