But my suspicion, as I sit here trying to type when a (little intoxicated), to say the least is that, a. I am still alone. b. Tomorrow I will look like shit. c. Being pissed doesn't make alone more interesting. d. Being pissed doesn't stop the man you love from going to bed. (e. Being sober doesn't either so dont get hung up on that one). f. Tomorrow you will not only feel shite, you will look it too. f. If I hadn't bothered I may have found out that the tree and the house may have been decorated with as much joy in my heart as it was tonight. I am truly in agony. I decided I was going to nail this deamon, and hey, here I am, same old same old. I am not a stupid person, I can see what is happening and here I am, back again, same old place, same old feelings and guess what completely ALONE. (excpet for my cyber mates). Which, and you may well laugh at me, because guess what, I would have laughed a couple of weeks ago, actually I probably would have done a little lip curle thing, like a snear, but slightly less derogatory because I would have realised I wasn't qualified to judge, but would have had a go at judging anyway, as is a ladies will. But, here I sit, full of I am not entirely sure what, full of failure, full of understanding, full of (wine) and full to my eye teeth of feeling like a plum.
Bugger. Skid Row Blew It. Ouch my life hearts, and tomorrow I guess it will be my heads turn.
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