Last week was nuts.
Absoutely fucking nuts.
I went to a club night in London on Thursday which also turned out to be a singles night (don't ask).
It actually turned out to be a fucking brilliant night.
I was utterly wrecked.
Which I believe to be the best way.
I stopped putting things in my face at about 11am Friday morning, at which point I dragged myself home to puke, sleep and get ready to travel up to Manchester.
Which was awesome too, by the way.
Though I did cry for about half an hour because I couldn't find a pizza place that sold chocolate fudge cake at 2am.
I was so very distraught.
But hey, at least I can remember most of my night
I thought I was pretty sober, but I believe pictures and video footage may emerge that will disprove this theory.
Here are some pictures from the last week.
On a totally different subject:
I realised last night how well I'm doing on the depression front.
Due to my memory basically being mush, I have managed to wean myself (almost) off of my anti-depressants.
And I feel good.
I used to worry about everything, I was panicky, paranoid, terrified of making mistakes.
It wasn't til I met someone recently a little melodramatic and nightmarish to deal with that I realised how far I'd come.
These days, I'm chilled.
These days, I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me.
I don't let things bother me as much as they used to.
Absoutely fucking nuts.
I went to a club night in London on Thursday which also turned out to be a singles night (don't ask).
It actually turned out to be a fucking brilliant night.
I was utterly wrecked.
Which I believe to be the best way.
I stopped putting things in my face at about 11am Friday morning, at which point I dragged myself home to puke, sleep and get ready to travel up to Manchester.
Which was awesome too, by the way.
Though I did cry for about half an hour because I couldn't find a pizza place that sold chocolate fudge cake at 2am.
I was so very distraught.
But hey, at least I can remember most of my night
I thought I was pretty sober, but I believe pictures and video footage may emerge that will disprove this theory.
Here are some pictures from the last week.
On a totally different subject:
I realised last night how well I'm doing on the depression front.
Due to my memory basically being mush, I have managed to wean myself (almost) off of my anti-depressants.
And I feel good.
I used to worry about everything, I was panicky, paranoid, terrified of making mistakes.
It wasn't til I met someone recently a little melodramatic and nightmarish to deal with that I realised how far I'd come.
These days, I'm chilled.
These days, I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me.
I don't let things bother me as much as they used to.
What was I talking about?
...
Ummm.
Yes.
My current mantra:
Roll a zoot and chill the fuck out.
Wil
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