All dressed up and nowhere to go.



Less than useful


Going out for a few cheekies on a school night with your mates always seems like a good idea at the time.

It's never quite like that the morning after.

Last night I sank a bottle of red all on my own, smoked far too many fags, got home to chat on the phone till the wee hours of the morning and fell asleep in my huge fleece and full makeup.

This morning I couldn't see straight, I threw on some very random clothing and I can't articulate myself.

I'm craving carbs like a lunatic and I'm of absolutely no use to anyone at all.

I would send myself off to bed without any tea or TV and force myself to consider the consequences of what I've done, but it's Col's leaving drinks and I have to go through it all again tonight.

*Sigh*

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