Bash Crash Bang

I have had a shite day. I don't really want to talk about it. I don't really want to think about it. I'm aching all over and drank steadily all night only really resulting in slightly drunken legs and no drunken head. No falling down. No crawling through dirt because I'm so out of it.
Just know that today has been shite. I feel like shite. I'd like to die. I'd like to take that lovely sharp razor and take a lovely pound of flesh and send it to a certain goblin I know in the mail. And then another will go to someone else I know. And then maybe someone will twig that I'm not a malicious cunt without respect or consideration or anything else you might think of.
I really never want to look at the entire world again. I really never want to look anybody in the face again for fear of what they might see. I'm tired. I'm aching all over. I need a dyke in shining armour to swing through the window and hold me all night.
I desperately need to cry.... but nothings there to come out.... my shoulders are practically in my ears I'm that tense and my eyes are burning in there sockets.
This morning was a good morning... and then its just been one thing after another. And here we are again at the bottom of a well.
Note to self: You twat you twat you twat. You shouldn't have kissed her you muppet. Just because you want her so bad you can't stand it is no reason. Its bad bad bad bad stop it before you wind up in another mess driving yourself over the edge. And thats all I'll say about that.