Issues

My fingers are covered in ink, I can still taste my last cigarette and I'm sitting in my flares, with my dads jumper on. Troy is on my telly, my dog is asleep on the floor and both of my knees are aching like there is an iron grip around both of them. I am tired. So tired.

Where did it all go? One of those questions. How did I get here? I've gotten to that place where questions are left unanswered because I don't want to talk anymore. I don't want the answers. So instead I'm sitting in front of the tv. Far far away in my head. I was the same at college, further away actually because I was surrounded by people. I woke up so angry. So angry I was shaking, screaming angrily in my head at various faces, my heart beat was loud in my head, all fire and brimstone before plunging straight down. Last night when I walked into the house I found myself looking at scottish mist. Fabulous. Hallucinating again. Today is a very manic day.
So now I'm all comfort and waiting on comfort food. I won't say anything else on any other matter.