sunday i woke up on the floor of my room, a massive hangover. my room looked like a fucking tip, i was covered scrapes cuts n bruses feeling like i had just been hit by several cars. the last thing i remember from the night before was having quite a few glasses of this extra strong blue label vodka with my bro, theres a complete black out of what happened over the rest of the night. aparently between us we drunk the entire letre bottle of vodka, and based on eye witness accounts of the rest of that night, i cant fucking beleive whats happened. apparently i ended up going completely psycho and tried to kill everyone, including myself and had to be pined down by several people. if you heard half the things they told me i said, fucking hell, i cant beleive i would do this. "IL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL YA BASTARDS WHY WONT YOU LET ME DIE I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL" something along those lines
ive spent all of yesterday recovering, trying to clean up my room and appologising to my parents (who apparently i also tried to batter). i feel so fucking crappy, not just cause of the hangover, but im so fucking ashamed of what i did. ive been plastered/paraletic before, but never done anything this bad.
aparently my brother slept outside till 4 in the morning on the kirb outside the dr's surgery (fuck knows how he got there). he was trying to calm me down that night, but cause he drunk the other half of that bottle of vodka he just ended up making it a hell of a lot worse (aparently).
what a fucking mess.
warg, im gonna go wait for my brain to stop feeling like its melting and my body to stop shaking...



