god i hate being hungover....i hate throwing up straight alcohol.....i hate not being able to eat but being fuckin' hungry. i hate listening to music, but i need thoughs sounds to cover up my own agony. die zombie die! i can't even see out of one eye because it makes me feel better to keep one clsed... the head ache that will not stop, and the pulsing painof where me next meets my skull...i hurt.why lord, why did it feel so good last night? only to wake up in such amazing distress. i hate life right now andits all my fault.
on better note ran into an old girlfriend at the bar last night...
(oh, that hurt!)
on better note ran into an old girlfriend at the bar last night...
(oh, that hurt!)
no one knows this who scenario better than i. be over in a bit to bring you lemon lime alkaseltzer gator aide, boxed chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers... its gonna take a few hours for you to even be able to look at these items, but i find them key in my recovery.