Failure to force myself into bed before 1am must be some sort of 'hitting bottom' for me because i suffer tiredness the next day yet insist on sleeping no earlier than 12.30am.
It leaves me in this haphazard state of mind where anything that comes out of my mouth is valued; but not well considered.
I make it through each day none the less and proceed to nap/be vegetated in the evenings.
I am going to Leeds this weekend. I've never been to Leeds.
I am then going on to Birmingham. I have never been to Birmingham.
Should be interesting, oh and FYI i won't kick off, i'm quite nice, really.
If some what bitter/short-fused.
Two words; cruel intentions.
'Is it worth it can you even hear me?
Standing with your spotlight on me.
Not enough to feed the hungry.
I'm tired and i've felt this for a while now.
In this sea of lonely, the taste of ink is getting old,
It's, four o'clock in the fucking morning
and each day gets more and more like the last day'.
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