No Regrets..

"Hey.. long time.. havent heard from you since you dumped me.. i know you wont recieve this for a while.. might be on your fucking 3 honeymoon with my lame ass rich "best friend".. but i dont even know why im calling you.. im bloody drunk and do you know the only regret i have.. is letting you go.. one sec.. (aaaahhh).. anyways.. dont kow why im calling you.. this line can be traced.. but fuck it.. and fuck you.. you have no idea what ive been thru in the last 3 years.. i got loads of money.. but on the run.. all alone.. all because of a fucking.."

A lady's voice.. 'Voice mail full. Thank you for.."

"Ah fuck this.."

I fall into bed..

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Loud Music.. who the hell wakes up to Linkin park man..

I take my phone and throw it at the wall..

It stopped.. my head is exploding.. Ahhhh Light!!!

Damn those curtains.. should have closed them last night..

Fuck Fuck Fuck..

My head.. wheres the crocin man..

Shit these paracetamol.. they're gonna kill me one of these days..

Wheres the water..

DAMN WHERES THE FUCKIN WATER!!

Rum.. ah yes.. the cause and solution to this god awful- satan loving headache..

Crocin and Rum not the best of combinations..

Should get me thru the morning..

Im gonna die anyways..

Ahhhh lights.. shouldnt keep these eyes open for so long..

Thats better.. la la la la..

how did i wake up?!.. oh ya.. alarm.. 3rd phone this....... week......

I fall back to sleep.

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