got quite wasted last night, left the supper table feeling like shit. dont know why but is it easier to be sad and indulge in your own sympathy then make the effort to be somebody your not in a place full of familiar faces? i feel silly thinking about this, but last night i felt like quiet time alone was needed then to be on a table with so many faces and finding yourself not enjoying any moment of it, because i got boring all of a sudden or was it a realisation that the enjoyment of being in company is just a state of mind? i could have dined out with my mother instead and possibly have had enjoyed it a little bit.

the dj sucks i dont hate him i just hate the way he mixes in and out songs

if my vocabulary aint large as the other person am i more stupider or what the fuck