There is that time when you’re caught up on your own shit and you need some stress relief. Each person has its own way of doing it – I haven’t figured out mine yet. But, from a couple of months ago I’ve been doing something. Nothing out of the ordinary, smoking & drinking & doing random things. Last week I was beat down, lying in bed listening to Broken Social Scene’s “You Forgot It In People”. A pal walks into my room and tells me we’re going to a club: we went. I simply got out of bed, put on the first clean outfit I found and went. Drank a whole lot, exchanged glances but kept pretending to dance acting like nothing was happening. We closed the club, I even managed to take a crafty picture at 6AM of the friend.
A week passed and I, much needed, gave my studies some attention even though I didn’t have classes. Fed myself well. Didn’t drink. Smoked moderately.
It’s Thursday again (now Friday), there’s a party every Thursday. I went. Came back home to dear Internet a couple of hours ago. Managed to smoke a whole pack, maybe two packs. Drank a whole bottle of vodka, although I did mix with other liquor. Also lied down on a broken bed in the infamous lightless room and nearly five minutes later we were together. Music was blasting from outside the door. My lip was bit. I was still holding a cigarette. Was groped a little bit. I smirked. The bed ended up in an even worst shape.
She left. I stayed. Stopped drinking. Kept smoking. I left. Now I’m listening to The Smiths’ “Rank”.