Where's my shit, where's my shit
Another Wednesday, another boozy night.
Nothing that special happened this time. I did too much absinthe. Maiju did too much telling Heli about something I didn't want Heli to know about. Heli did too much giving me a hard time about said matter. Laura did too much overreacting to my drunken behaviour (I wasn't serious!!). Someone did too much setting off the fire alarms at the club which lead to everyone getting kicked out while the party was at its best. All of us did too many overpriced fries and burgers. And in the end it all comes down to the fact that I did too much absinthe.
How many days and nights of drinking can you blame on homecoming depression/weirdness? 'Cause I've been home/drunk for a week now and I still can't live with this country while sober.
I'm starting to feel like I made really, really bad decisions about my future. Wrong ones?
I hate my behaviour, but whenever I'm just sitting at home alone with my thoughts I feel like my head is going to explode. Grrrrraaah. I know this is stupid but... well. Whatever. I'm young and confused. Don't mind me please.