if i could never leave my room again, huddle here forever. 6.30 in the morning - still drunk. Everytime I close my eyes, something else comes back.
ITS OK, I'VE HAD SEX WITH MORE GIRLS THAN GUYS, WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT. ITS NOT LIKE BEING HOT AND BISEXUAL IS A MASSIVE SECRET.
where the hell are my shoes? why are my clothes everywhere? how did i get into bed? who put me there? and why am I only wearing knickers?
HAHA EVERYONE ALWAYS ASKS ME THIS, I'VE HAD SEX WITH A LOT OF PEOPLE. I'M NOT A SLUT, I JUST LOVE SEX.
this is the academic dream, oh god I've fucked up massively this time. How do i go out there and hold my head up out in public after sexually propositioning most people in the bar last night? these weren't just random people, I have to see them every single day for the next three years.
I'M NOT DRUNK, I JUST CAN'T WALK ANYMORE.
screaming, choking, crying in the shower. clawing this repulsive flesh. silencing everything, everyone.