It's a saturday night and i am in on my own.
Jet lag has made me irritable, tired and clearly open for petrol-mugging as everyone seems to think i'll drive them everywhere.
I have driven through North Elmham 4 times today. seriously, it's more desolate than my sixthform 'anyone who isn't indie' night. (NB; said night doesn't actually exist, if it did i would be the only one to go.. not cool).
Gallows/Set Your Goals/SSS/Fucked Up ruled last night, i dressed like a girl for one point in my life so if you saw someone feminine who vaguely looked like me, it was actually me. I had funnnnn.
Someone seriously rescue me from Saturday-night suicide watch. When it's your dog keeping you company you know you need to re-evaluate your social standing/outlook on life/personal significance. Or maybe just your economical income or lack of.
BUST!
'This song will become, the anthem of your underground,
You're two floors down, getting high in the backroom.
If i flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out?
Or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?
And at your funeral, i will sing the requiem.'
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