I started out the year in the heartbreak hotel with purple hair and I learnt not to doubt myself. I partied myself out of that hotel and maintained the slutism and go hard or go home theories that usually result in some kind of unholy activity. I passed my first year of university and still never stopped partying. I got a couple of jobs and was living in the glorious overdraft of my trusty bank account. Summer came and I worked and made sure I did everything that I wanted to do but I began to start caring more about the consequences of my actions and so I applied some genuine feelings to a situation which with the benefit of hindsight was a dumbass thing to do because it still pisses me off. Did get a few good blowjobs out of it tho- every cloud.
The summer music festivals arrived and I partied with blue hair untill I collapsed. Then it was time to start the second year of university and it had occurred to me how much of a scramble my brain had become and it took me a while to get back to where I needed to be. I was in my own house, made excuses for myself, got a new job and more new friends. I resent all the grown up stuff I have to do but to a certain extent have become wise in the ways of the world which you don’t get at home with Mummy and Daddy. Autumn was spend avoiding the stress of all the grown up stuff whilst finding myself running back home at any excuse to get fucked and be the person I can be when I have no responsibilities. I know that I’ve done everything to the best I can and I’ve done what makes me happy. We all dream of the rock and roll world but that world is so easily broken.
I’m finishing the year with a few interests, potential alcohol poisoning, blonde hair and my brothel creepers.
