So I just got back from a night and a day with two friends and I'm feeling pretty shitty for some reason. I should be enjoying the memory of a wonderful time but here I am down in the dumps. I love these guys to bits and I will see them tomorrow so I don't think it's missing them that's making me feel blue.
She strode up to the bar and ordered nine sambuccas.
That's how good the night was. The next day was a slightly more subdued affair with a couple of hangovers doing the rounds. We went to Greenwich and looked around the markets and strolled through the park and sat on the heath for a bit. A spot of shopping followed with a near clepto interlude and we went to the station and said our goodbyes.
When I got back in to town I went to the pub but only stayed for a quick pint, I wasn't really in the drinking mood to be honest I wanted to go home and curl up in bed. Which is what I am about to do, I just thought I'd write for a bit to see if it would ease the stress of depression. It feels better having written but not much because I haven't discovered any answers to the ever growing list of questions I pose here.
Do you know when you scream so loud cause it hurts so much but it's in your head, well that's what I'm doing right now.
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